Angels Of Death Rachel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rachel screamed wildly, "Aargh! Stop, stop! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll never do it again." Sebastian snorted. He waved, and the five demons stopped sucking on Rachel's life force. Rachel fell to the floor with a thump. She now looked like an old woman. Her face was aged, and her entire body was quivering. She looked as if she was an inch from death. Sebastian looked at her and said coldly, "Madam Connolly, is that enough evidence for you?" "Yes, yes. It's enough. Dr. Ballard, I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please let me go…" Rachel begged for mercy as she groveled at his feet.

Aunt Naomi told her. Rachel headed upstairs and got to her door, opened it, walked in and lay on the bed ,as she was still in fear and sweating all over ,she was just worried about the news she saw. Rachel's wondered why the people she worked with were dead ,maybe Noah killed them off, she would hide herself as much as possible, so she won't be found for by Noah ,and she will not touch the money in that account because if she touches he will trace it, all she has to do is stay alive.

She asked again. I haven't figured out that part yet. I stared at my palms. How exactly is it possible to control fire or water? "Oh my .. this is so unbelievable. I wonder......" A soft knock interrupts Rachel and we both glanced at each other. The knock came again and Rachel rushed to the the door to open it. Must be some kids in the neighborhood who wants to borrow movies again of whatever. Rachel's gasp has me standing up immediately. "What's it ?" "It's an angel. There's an angel at your door Ella" she exclaimed as I rushed to the door, and indeed it is an angel.

she rasped when she saw me. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Rachel. I'm from Silver Moon Pack." She coughed, wincing. "Or I was. Before I ran." "Why did you run?" Garrett asked. Rachel's eyes darted towards him, then back to me. "Because I overheard something I wasn't supposed to. About Leighton. About his… allies." "The Blood Moon Cult," Kael said. Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't even know they were real. Thought they were just scary stories. But I saw her. The woman with red eyes."

stated the angry man. “I’m Azrael, the Angel of Death.” He glanced at the man, who was his mortal partner. “I was assigned to track down what’s going on in Spokane. My wife and I were given permission to marry, not that long ago. I oversaw her training to track down demons and kill them.” He saw that Hank had gotten pale. “But as I was training her, events have changed to where I had to pick up the slack of hunting.” He glared at the demon on the ground. “What else is your bosses up too?”

“Alpha, did you hear me?” Taylor asked. “She’s here…she’s back.” ‘It’s not possible,” I said more to myself than him. What he had just said couldn’t have been possible. Rachel couldn’t be at my villa right now because Rachel was fucking dead. It was a cruel and unusual joke that was being played. Rachel was Cassandra's nurse a long time ago, and one evening, while she was driving, she got T-boned. There were no survivors in that accident… I had no one ot blame; no one to incriminate…

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

“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.”

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

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.