Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

"Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!" This is unnatural, humans shouldn't be able to see or hear our voices. It's against fate. But, what do I care? I just have to finish my mission as fast as possible and get back to my job. "Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!"

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead. There was a reason we used to say, "be not afraid." After the first dozen humans killed themselves, we'd decided to try and create more person-friendly visages. The souls today were no different from the souls from the dawn of time. "What is that thing!?" There was a lot of screaming, and I assume running and pointing, as the newly dead souls of the good people on earth panicked when they were assaulted with the vision of a true angel. "OH GOD, WHAT IS THAT!"

Dogs help in the judgment of souls. "And what is your role, after all?" I asked. "They call me the Angel of Death, Elena," he said, looking totally oblivious to my widening of eyes." I am the last vision a human has before he really dies. I am the one who will arise after a fulminant heart attack and will offer the human death a calm death. The one who will be with open arms to support the bodies of those who fall from high altitudes. The one who will bring comfort to those who die of hunger. The one who will sing a prayer to the desperate and suffering. I am, even after being expelled, the creature that God can use to separate a soul from a human body, and I am also the one who can designat

“No fucking my bestie in my house unless you're my brother.” I look at the other men and pick the one who looks the most like Meyer’s family. I need to get him good graces if that’s the so we can both have her. This way I won’t be injured by the Serpent’s Witch. She is the Viper’s second in command. The only reason I know all of this is I’ve been an officer for Nate’s Club for about seven years now. The Death Angels are partnered with the Seraphim Serpents. We provide added protection to their businesses.