Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

Easton’s POV It was all making sense to me now, why the Angel of Death, was placing himself between my mate and I, and why he had been kneeling before her, as he too believed that she was of Goddess’s blood, but not just any Goddess, but his Goddess. With this revelation, it also made me realize that the Angel of Death, was a fallen Angel from my own Goddess, and all the horrific stories that I had heard of him, had to been made up stories to keep the demons away from him and his lands.

Metal clashed against claw, the haunting cries of the wounded melding with the snarls of combatants locked in a deadly dance. We were outnumbered but undeterred, our determination unyielding as stone. Each member of the allied forces fought with a tenacity born of desperation, knowing full well what defeat would mean. Our enemy, The Dark Angels, a group of ugly spirits associated to the Black Faes, had descended upon us like a plague, their dark magic seeping into the very soil we stood on, corrupting all it touched.

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

She was still haunted by seeing her parents killed, now she was being told to kill people for a living? 'Hell no.' she scoffed. She turned and headed for the door. All rational thinking gone. "You don't have a choice." She froze. She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh?" She scoffed. "And why is that?" Cassian slipped both hands into his trouser pockets. "Because your father's debt still exists.You asked how you'd repay it." His black eyes met hers. "This..." he gestured around the training room. "...is how."

I wasn't accustomed to that. Men leaving was familiar. My father emotionally abandoned me years ago. Emilio had physically abandoned me on our wedding night but Azrael stayed. I remembered turning beneath the sheets and finding him sleeping on his stomach, one arm beneath the pillow. The black feathers of his tattoo disappeared beneath the sheets and stretched along his shoulders revealing the full tattoo on his back. The Angel of Death. One of these days, I would have to ask him what made him get such a tattoo. In the meantime, I'd traced one of the feathers gently.

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

Warning: Too much PDA ahead. Please if you don't like reading flirtatious scenes, just skip this chapter hahahaha! Good Night, Angels! Angela’s POV I was wearing a pink knitted top paired with a dark-washed jeans and snickers when I went to the airport to welcome Lucifer. He just went out of town but it seems like he went outside of the country already. I was just looking around, seeing people reunite with their loved ones after patiently waiting. Some are crying because of happiness, and some are because of sadness.

The bad man looks at her with hatred. "If you offend us, we can curse you. Today, I am cursing the Demon named Ornan, the second son of the late lord of the underworld, that he no longer be able to regenerate his flesh and blood like any other immoral. His soul will be forever exiled to the dark world" she says and a yellow light comes from her and hits the bad man. This time the bad guy falls on the ground with a cry of pain. "Guardian Angels can't kill anyone, only warrior Angels can. That's the only reason your spirit still belongs to this world" she says glaring at him.

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.