Novel & Cerita Angels Of Death Rachel

“Your boyfriend got to Jade before I grabbed her. If I had backup like I'd planned this would have never had to happen and we could have summoned the Queen some other way.” “There is no other way!” Rachel growled. “Her death is the only way we can win this war with the vampires!” “So she does die?” Gage growled. “I'm not sure.” Rachel said walking to the window. “Some says her blood has to pour out, while others say she will awaken only when the war has finally killed many,” she said sniffling. “Gage you have to get her to come out when the Elders get here,” she said folding her arms. “You don’t want to feel Dremis's wrath.”

“What’s so bad about her? She looks sweet.” “...Looks can be deceiving,” Felix replied, still refusing to take her eyes off the girl. “Especially when they belong to someone who’s meant to be dead.” And I froze next to her, unsure if I’d just heard her right. “What…?” “‘The Angel of Death’, is what they call her,” she continued. “She died at sixteen. Buried, funeral, crying, the whole ordeal. I heard it was a rogue that killed her, the Silver Saintess being the one to find her body.”

I hesitated. “And...thank you.” Deena frowned. “For what?” “If it wasn't for you pushing me to live for myself...I don't think I ever would've walked into The Angel's Den.” Her eyes immediately filled. “Bitch, don't make me cry.” I laughed as she hugged me again. “You're my sister,” she whispered. “Always.” “Always.” She pulled back. “And if Azrael hurts you, I'll murder his ass.” I burst out laughing. “Deena!”

And that made all the difference. The hunter had become the hunted. The dead woman was rising. And soon, everyone would know the truth. Rachel Hart had not died. She had simply changed forms. And she was coming for everyone who had betrayed her. Starting with Alice Chen. Tomorrow.

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

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.

The helicopter then moved into optimal position, descended in altitude, and the cabin door swung open. Dark figures leapt down like hawks, plunging into the roaring chaos of the rotors. Night fell. Just as Rachel was about to call Angela, she received a call from her father—her grandfather had passed away. She had been mentally prepared for it, but hearing the news so suddenly still made her heart ache. She called Nelson. The call connected, and a woman’s voice came through—smooth, mature, and unmistakably intimate. “Rac… Ractard? Oh, sorry. That’s what you’re saved as in this phone.”