Anime Angel Of Death Novels & Stories

Arcangelo Romano... Mafia King.... Lucifer... He is Devil incarnated both metaphorically and literally... Ruthless, cruel, emotionless.... God's son who is punished to live in the hell on earth where sinners live... Mafia world... over centuries he rules there ... But God planned his death. He was supposed to die by his brother but he didn't. because even after ruining almighty god's plans... she saved him... She... a girl purer than the angels. Her light impressed even divinity.... a heart surgeon. She has a record of no one dying on her table. But now she made fate angry by saving the Devil. and Devil is madly searching for the girl who saved him. He wants her as his queen and he can do anything for it... Even if it means hurting her... Ruining her! But She has to be his.. Can she survive with her light in this darkness?... can her light change the Devil's darkness or his darkness will change her light .... seeing the fight between light and darkness is going to be a lot of sparks... .....

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

" Who was that boy, angel?" He asked coming forward and she started going backwards. She started saying with her shaky voice," My.......umm......my............. Because of fear, she wasn't being able to form any words. She was crying and shivering like a little kitten. " Answer me," he shouted and she replied in one go," My classmate." He asked raising one of his brows," Only classmate?" " And my friend too," She replied hurriedly gulping down her saliva. Hearing her, he continued looking at her with dark suspicious eyes when she requested crying," I swear I don't have anything with him. He is just my classmate and friend. Nothing else." " I see. But, you have to prove that he is only your classmate and friend, nothing special," He said caressing her rosy cheeks. She asked wiping her tears," What do I have to do?" " Nothing much. You just have to punish him for thinking that he can be your friend. And, you know how to punish," He replied calmly and she lost all colour from her face. ************** Orni was like an innocent angel unaware of the existence of the demons which lurks among us wearing human skin. She never imagined even in her dream that a demon was waiting for her very eagerly to crush her in every possible way. ******************** Trigger warning and abusive scene ahead. Kindly read at your own risk. I am not a native English speaker so pardon my mistakes.

HER : I had to leave, i had my reasons. Leaving changed me. I had to forget my past, to adapt with my present, to face the future. I suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. HIM : She left, without any reason, she didn't even say goodbye. Losing her changed me. I couldn't forget my past, my present stopped, i can't face the future. She suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. We saw them fight, laugh, shout, cry. We saw them fall in love, we saw them get married and start on with their lives. But one man from her past -suddenly comes back- knocks on her door, enters her life and everything after goes downhill. Secret reveals, dreams get shattered, hearts get crashed, old wounds open again, and new scars start to show. They split apart, they hate , they change. And right now; they're not dead, yet still not alive. And the question stays; Will they ever get their love back, or will it just be the death of them both?

When I was seven, Victor Medici took me off the streets of Brooklyn. From that moment on, I became a blade hidden in the shadows of the Medici family. The Medici family was one of the five major mafia families in New York City, and Victor was the family’s Don. By fifteen, I had learned how to handle a gun and a knife. I could carry out the family’s “clean-up” orders with precision. By eighteen, I led a team that wiped out three weapons hubs belonging to the rival Rina mafia family, securing the East Side territory for Victor. At twenty-one, during a hearing, I took the fall for Victor’s crimes. In the end, I was sentenced to three years in prison. The day I got out, he took me straight to Las Vegas to get married. With his own hands, he slipped a ruby ring onto my finger—a symbol of the Donna. Under the witness’s gaze, he kissed me, his voice almost reverent. “Rachel, I love you. You’re my only weakness.” Then, he pulled out a stamped and signed contract from his suit pocket. “This is my wedding gift to you. If I ever betray you, my power, my status, and my wealth will be transferred into your name, and I’ll walk away with nothing.” After a pause, he gave a sly smile and added, “But that day will never come. Because I’ll always love you.” I took the contract, so happy that I felt like I might cry, but that happiness only lasted two years.

At the entrance of the airport, as I watch my best friend, Jenna Bryant, taking the initiative to accept a passerby's request to help bring a USB drive back to the country, I know that she's gotten reborn as well. In my previous life, the passerby had sought us out and requested us to bring the USB drive with us to the country we were flying to. "Once you get off the plane, someone will meet up with you. Don't worry, we'll make sure to reward you for your help. "When we're sure that the USB drive has made it to the safe hands without a hitch, I'll give you a monetary reward." The passerby looked very anxious, not to mention there was money being promised as a reward. It was only natural for Jenna to feel very tempted to accept the request. But I quickly shook my head and turned him down. Then, I whisked Jenna through the security customs and made sure to explain the danger of such requests to her. What I didn't know was that the USB drive belonged to the richest man in the city, and that the one who helped deliver the USB drive would receive tens of millions of dollars as a reward. After finding out about the news, Jenna was enraged. She rushed to my house and stabbed me immediately with a blade. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be the one receiving that reward!" I could only look at my husband, Ricky Manning, in hopes that he'd save me. But he merely replied mockingly, "You lost our ten-million-dollar reward, Valerie! Death is just an easy way out for you!" After I died, Jenna moved into my house and lived a romantic life with Ricky. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day that passerby has stopped me and Jenna. I just chuckle as I look at how greedy Jenna is. What she doesn't know is that this is actually a deadly USB drive.

Catalina made one wish, a wish to bring her parents back. Death answered in form of the Reaper. William El Sega, the Reaper, agrees to grant it for a price. Tied down by his rules, Catalina must let him stay by her side at all times while she fulfills his impossible demand. Catalina doesn't like William and William thinks she is annoying. They barely survive each other everyday but somewhere in the chaos, Catalina falls in love with him. That's when everything starts to fall apart. The people she trusted with her life, turns against her. The wish she wants so badly will cost her losing William too. Now Catalina must choose: get her parents back… or keep the man she was never supposed to love.

Elena sought the knowledge that would tell her truth. But when she uncovered that mystery, how she loved to turn back time and pretend she never had sought it in the first place. What if she had to give up that power that gave her self-meaning and purpose so that she could fulfill her destiny? Was power and self-identity enough to find true happiness?

Imagine being raised as a regular human girl only to find out you are so much more, and the survival of the world rests in your hands. Divina's destiny is to save the world, but she is in no condition to save anyone. She is broken, a shell of who she once was, after her mate, Warrick Ryker, the future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, rejects her to fulfill his responsibilities to his pack. He is forced to accept the chosen mate that his father hand picked to be his Luna. He rejected Divina to protect her from certain death, but watched her die at the hands of his father anyway. For two years he thought she was dead. Two years she suffered, feeling excruciating pain, every time he betrayed their partially severed bond. Her destiny is to save the world, but first she must save herself.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.