Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

"We are all going to die at a point in time and how it happens, or by whose hands that death comes wouldn't matter when–" "It matters to me Mike! I took a human being's life! A life I can not create! What does that makes me?" "It makes you human, Ange–" "Don't fucking call me Angel and tell me killing another human makes me human! How the fuck does that make me human?!" "Would you rather he'd tried to molest your niece?!" In the end, Angel's adamancy to drown in her self-loathe made me lose my mind. I was striding towards where she stood.

Angela’s POV I was on my way home when I saw an old lady selling some key chains. I walked towards her and looked at those key chains laid on an open box. “Come and buy some key chains now, young lady..” said the old lady. I smiled at her and browsed at the set of keychains again when I saw two keychains of a boy and a girl. The girl is smiling while the boy is crossing his arms and looks pissed. I suddenly remembered Lucifer. He looks exactly like this keychain. I chuckled. “Are you planning to give it to your boyfriend?” asked the old lady.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

Jacob turned and stared daringly at both men who on realizing his dare stance advanced to continue what they’d begun. “James! John! Stop already! This is not the time for this, please!” Rebecca pleaded. The two men retreated. Jacob didn’t even spare Rebecca another glance. He went around his car, entered, and sped off. On his way, he kept hitting his steering wheels, cursing at himself. He was angry for allowing himself to feel pity for that lady. He should have just left her to her fate right there on the sidewalk, but no, his stupid conscience wouldn’t allow him. Now, some dirty, ragged men with their smelly bodies dared to harass him.

"I wasn't just a member though, I was the leader along side my stepbrother dexter, You might look at me thinking that i've never done anything illegal but unfortunately i've done more worse than anyone could ever think" Angelina tried to speak firmly but for some unknown reason, her mouth remained shut as she stared at his grey eyeballs. "I've murdered thousands of people that i can't count and at the end didn't feel even a smidge of guilt inside of me, yes angel!, I am nothing but a blood tasty monster."

Marcus asked, leaning in with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah," I said, my voice rougher than usual. "Fine." But I wasn't fine. Ray was going absolutely crazy inside my head, howling and snarling and demanding things I didn't understand. 'Familiar is Mine.' he kept saying. 'Ours. Claim her.' But that was impossible. She wasn't ours. She was just some girl working at a club. "That redhead really caught your attention, huh?" Mark said with a nasty grin, jerking his chin toward where she was serving drinks at another table. "The one they call Angel. I'd love to have a piece of that, but unfortunately, this place doesn't allow it."

But in reality, they watched silently as everything fell apart around me. I stood up from the floor, lay down on my bed, and took a deep breath. Salvatore is my only hope. I have to make him fall for me again. I did it once, and I can do it again. I need to find out who Romeo and his men sold that woman, Angel, to. I'm sure she's just being used and exploited by whoever that is. The new boy at Narciso's mansion didn't mention anything about the syndicate or whatever loan sharks they owed. All I know is that Angel fell into the hands of people who are ruthless and corrupt.

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on ou

He groaned. “What the fuck do you want me to do, you psychopath?” It was just a superficial wound. I couldn’t believe this loser was the one I initially chose to get answers from. I flicked the lighter on and dipped the flame at the tip of the knife. “I don’t trust you to call off the plan. So I’m going to carve the message on your skin and have your minions read it.” Horror settled on his face. “You are the Angel of Death.”