Angels Of Death Rachel Novels & Stories

“Make sure you fuck her up a bit before you pin her.” Rachael snorts, finally putting her phone away. “How about I fuck you up Angel?” She smiles sweetly. Angel doesn't retort to Rachael, I'm pretty sure she's afraid of her, and rightfully so, as high-strung and un-bothered as Rachael is, she is an exceptionally vindictive person. The worst part of her revenge is you never see it coming, she acts oblivious to the actions that piss her off but make no mistake, she never forgets.

Dark said seriously. Aza chuckled. "In truth, it's exciting to play with both of you. Two of the most successful angels of our generation. There are three of us, you know, as a fallen angel, I am the one who can offend angels and humans. Just like now, an angel of death is offended with me." Dark wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at the other house. How many times has he seen East there? "You know, they will hide Gavin Elizalde there?" said Aza, smiling.

“I lied before. You are in the database, but it’s not making much sense. Gabriel Hall has been dead for over thirty years. Tragic car accident with his entire family and his older brother Ezekiel Hall. So there is no way you are who you claim.” Gabriel’s heart dropped then as he looked at the file and then moved it over to reveal pictures. His heart sank once he looked at the crush and flashes from the past started to pierce his mind. It was as he thought. His doubts were now becoming real. He was recruited as an Angel not made and so was his brother. “You want to change that story now?” Agent Fuller added looking at Gabriel, touch the pictures. He shook his head. “I am an Angel. I died many

From her chest, a silver stake juts out, forcing me to look away. I try to breathe, but it seems too hard to do. My ears are filled with sniffs and sounds of grief. I try to move away, but my feet refuse to obey. Beside me, I hear Niall groan in anger. It's hard to believe Rachel is dead. Even harder to believe she was murdered. Softly, I hear something else. A breath I distinguish from the others. Looking up in that direction, I find Jordan, who looks equally affected by the disaster.

At least in comparison. My cell phone started ringing, with the caller ID reflecting “Unknown”. I used to never answer these calls, but I also have never been dead before. First time for everything. “Hello?” Silence. “Hello??” Mitchell was still nearby I suppose, and I saw his head peek past the door frame in to spy on me. Creep. Like he can’t hear me from the next wing. “Rachel,” the voice finally spoke. Another male, probably with an ego as well. “We have your brother. Meet me in the Underground tunnels at 10pm, near the Elm Place entrance. Come alone. ” They hung up.

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

The girl jumped out of the chair to leave. "Wait! What kind of feelings do you have about Riley." I tried not to care, but I needed to know. "She is an Angel." "Really?" Were angels real? "She's not actual an Angel. They don't exist, silly Alpha." I growled at the girl. "Riley has a chance of surviving. It's slim, but I believe you will do the right thing." "Me?" "You will find out soon. Goodbye, Alpha." She smiled then skipped out of my office. That annoying fucking girl really grated my last nerve. Maybe I should send her to a coven.

The guilt that I'm the reason she's dead gnaws at me, so I speak, trying to avoid it. "But I thought it was dangerous for angels to be in the underworld? Like their body rejects it. At least that's how my mother explained it in a letter." I ask him "For long periods of time, that's true for other angels, but she could pass through just fine when I marked her. The issue was the pregnancy, pregnancy is very, very rare in angels, and their bodies require a perfect environment to sustain it. She couldn't very well have a safe pregnancy in the God realm, considering she was hunted for her union with a demon, and her father was determined to kill you." he says as if he's told the story a hundred t

Rachel as filled with such anger she began breaking and destroying things in her room. She howled and her eyes went black as she transformed to her wolf. Instead of breaking free and running away I. Anger, Rachel crumbled down to her feet and wept in anguish at what had just happened to her. She had lost her best friend and the only man she had ever loved. She lay down in her bed devastated and had no idea when it became late. There was a knock at her door. She didn’t answer it but Rachel came in. Emma got up angrily .