Anime Angel Of Death Novels & Stories

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

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 made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

When he steps into my space and I fight the urge to retreat. “You are marked by the siren. I get it. You want him to feel the pains of betrayal.” He chuckles and I smile at him. “It’s only fair. I am the Angel of Death. Pain is part of it.” I say to him and his eyes light up. “You are sadistic. I see you and I will get on famously and no-one will be able to destroy us.” He says so sure of himself. Moron!

"Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me." No way. Things couldn't go that smooth could they? "You really weren't such a good person," Death all but purred his pink eyes latched onto them. "And now it's time for me to make sure you remember every last single thing. When I'm through you'll both be long gone and I'll take my time devouring that one. I want her to be in such delicious and long-lasting pain for everything she's put me through." There was no way Holly was goin

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

It was never in my plans to allow her to become contaminated by mortals and their sordid, inferior, delusional society, had I witnessed her birth, I would have immediately taken her away, snatched her from Charnia's arms as she cradles her for the first time. "Has she thought of me in those times or did she only care about the pleasures of her sins?" I questioned in my most austere, grave tone, the aim to taunt the old Hilnix bastard. Of course he cannot tell what my liloco was thinking, so can't I, all thanks to those pesty Heaven nuisances sealing part of her precious soul to little Gabriel's ward. Yes, I am talking about the Angel of Death, my lest favorite divine being. Thanks to Gabe an

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.