Angels Of Death Rachel Novels & Stories

"I know it. I died. I came back. I experienced soul transference. Death isn't ending. It's changing. Diana changed. She's somewhere else now. Different form. But still Diana. Still present. Still loving us." "I want to believe that." "Then believe it. We have proof. Rachel died and returned. Souls continue. Diana continues. Everyone continues. Just differently." Diana is gone. But also not gone. Changed. Transformed. Continuing as soul somewhere. That's enough. That's everything. That's the hope Rachel's story provides. Proof that death isn't ending. Just changing. Diana believed it in the end. Because she witnessed it. Through Elara. Through soul transference. Through impossible proof.

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

“We bear them back home and pray that God is merciful.” Rachael woke, awash in pain. Her entire body felt stretched and tight as if her skin fit too snugly. Her lips were dry and cracked and she’d sell her soul for just a taste of water. “Ah, there you are,” a sweet voice soothed. “Oh God, I’ve died, haven’t I?” Rachael said in disgust. There was a light chuckle. “Now why would you think that?” “Because you have the voice of an angel.”

I wanted to comfort her but I figured I would give her space while she opened up to me. "I started getting involved with the wrong people which lead to me getting hooked on Keltofane. It's a popular drug amongst Supernaturals. It's highly euphoric and addictive. One taste will leave you wanting more for the rest of your life and what I'm going to tell you might make you see me differently." Rachel inhaled and exhaled. Her emotions bounced onto me and I too became nervous. What was she going to reveal? "I-I killed someone Ren." Rachel's eyes remained closed but I could tell she was on the brink of tears. "I ended someone's life because I didn't have control over my own." Rachel finally opened

They both looked at the altar and saw Maria staring at them “I hate the way she’s looking at us” Rachael said “Me too “Hello ladies” Maria said smiling as she came down the altar and approached them “This must be a bad dream… Hi Maria” Rachael said with a fake smile; she was sweating “Rachael so you joined Yvonne’s team, right?” Maria said “Team? What team?” Rachael asked “Well, I don’t need you… you are useless to me as you have always been” Maria said and snapped her finger and immediately a female Angel appeared and stabbed Rachael to the pew with a sword, Yvonne screamed

I saw Rachel gasping for air as the doctors tried calming her down. Rachel turned to me, her eyes red in pain as she whispered “Alpha Axel, I am dying,” her words trailing off before falling unconsciously to the bell.

She returned it to him with both hands and said through a thick nasal tone, “Thank you, but no… I’d like to take a few days off. Is that okay?” “What for?” Tim raised an eyebrow. “To go to Morrow City. To find Angela.” “And what exactly are you going to do there?” Tim shot back. “You stayed with her that long just now and didn’t say a single word.” Tim had been keeping an eye on the operating-room doors. Rachel had held Angela tightly, looking at her—more helpless and lost than Angela herself. She hadn’t spoken, but the raw concern in her eyes had been impossible to miss. Shy had been Tim’s first impression of Rachel.

Both of them were pacing out as if they were in trauma. Pocco and Sheira heard what happened tomorrow after and they hurriedly visited them in the hospital but they were not speaking, they were both silent and still looked like in trauma. They didn't want to speak with anyone yet. So they remained silent as they were enduring the pain of losing Zanea and Blake. "Evangeline," Pocco whispered when he saw her, looking exhausted and was suffering in total misery. ***** "Archangel, the grim reaper said they will collect Zanea's soul, and the vampire is dead," a grim reaper reported.