Angels Of Death Rachel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

where many people die I am the one who makes sure that none of the souls get lost and they all go where they are supposed to like heaven, if they have been good or hell for punishment, if they have been bad, Raziel added from the side yah enough you brat Raphael snapped at him in annoyance smacking him upside the back of his head but he only snickered ducking to avoid Raphaels hand uh it's nice to meet you too she replied still in shock bowing her head the male angel had chestnut-colored hair with an undercut he was handsome and Asian with slanted cat-like dark eyes that glittered coldly with purple sparks around the irises his eyes were beautiful and frightening at the same time she suddenl

"Daniel, I told you, I'm fine. Let's just drop it, okay?" Daniel nodded, but his eyes still held a worried look. "Okay, but if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you." I forced a smile, feeling a pang of gratitude towards him. "Thanks, Daniel. That means a lot to me." Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from John. "I've got more info on Rachel's daughter. But I have to warn you, it's not good." My heart sank, remembering the painful truth. Rachel was dead, murdered by Alex in prison. I felt a wave of anger wash over me, reminding me why I was doing this in the first place.

But just as I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard it— The machine started beeping. Just like in my dream. My heart skipped. Nurses rushed in, followed by the doctor. “W-What’s going on?” I stammered, stepping back, fear rising in my chest. I was terrified. I couldn’t lose her. Not again. The doctor turned to me—the same one from my dream. Before he could speak, Rachel’s father screamed: “She—She opened her eyes!!” My eyes widened in shock. I turned toward her. Rachel… Rachel conquered death.

I limped all the way up to my bedroom and kept her on my mind all night. ________ C H I C A G O, 6:17 A.M. "Angelo," a familiar voice spoke. I turned to see Rachel, my insider. "Rachel, What news do you have for me?" She looked extremely pissed off. "He likes her." Her face started getting red. "I want Lucian for myself. Get this bitch out of the picture." I extended my hand and wrapped it around Rachel's neck, "don't speak about her that way." She was tapping my elbow for me to stop. "You better choose your next words carefully."

In the split second before she fell, the expression on Rachel's face was one of liberation. She would rather embrace death than spend another second in his world. Charlie closed his eyes in pain. When he opened them again, they were filled with cold ruthlessness. He would make every single person who had laid a hand on Rachel pay in blood.

I had been so consumed by my own anger, by my own guilt, that I hadn't seen what was happening right under my nose. And Rachel had paid the price. My hands shook, a mixture of rage and something else - something colder. "She almost got Rachel killed," I said, my voice low and deadly. "She almost got all of us killed." Caleb exhaled sharply. "What do you want to do?" I lifted my gaze, my decision already made. "Maya has run out of places to hide. It's time to end this."

Why hadn't she thought of that earlier? Jennifer shook her head and said resentfully, "Have you ever thought about how your son will feel if he finds out what kind of person his mother is?" "No, he will never know!" Rachel smiled sinisterly. "Because you will die, and Maxwell will die too! As long as you both are dead, he will never know about this." Jennifer's eyes widened in disbelief at her. "You're insane! Rachel, what do you want?" "Of course, I'll use you as bait to bring Maxwell over. Then you two will die first, and I'll die after. We can continue this little game in the afterlife!" Rachel's face twisted, her eyes sharp with murderous intent.

She claimed she didn't want to die without having to see her grandchildren beside her deathbed before she took a last breath. Finally, the gloomy day when Rachel would be leaving them finally came. Dark clouds filled the sky, and it seemed as though a heavy rain was going to fall, to accompany Rachel to her resting place. Rachel was surrounded by her daughter, Anne and her daughter’s family, Lucian and their daughters and friends, Kiama, Gemma and Daisy and some of Rachel’s old friends that were informed as directed by Rachel herself. They all looked at her with tears in their eyes. Some of them dabbed the tears with their handkerchiefs, but fresh tears kept pouring down her cheeks.