Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

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. ‘Well, lesson learned…again!

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 explained “now back to business, what’s the deal with the killer? And what would he have to do with one of my men?” “That’s for you to answer about why he would be killing Alexander, but as for his deal, simple and short; the man has been trailing different crimes, all that ended with the same caved Z letter on his victim’s forehead” Anastasia explained “the one issue we have is that we can’t find a relation to the people he’s been after as to try and find out who he is. However, seeing as he went to one of your men; I thought that you may have an idea if Alexander had an issue with anyone” “We have our enemies everywhere, but none of them would be as low or stupid as to kill and leave it

"I don't stay here all the time. I travel a lot; I came to L.A. regarding a deal when I first saw you." "Oh. You're full of surprises. But why kill people?" "Hmm... No, I'm a very dangerous person, Angelina. I just like to keep the fear of my name constant in a person's mind. I am a bad person, too bad for someone like you." "Why—" I dreaded asking the question, but continued anyway, "Why don't you leave this behind?" "Leave what?" His gaze snapped to mine, and he replied curtly. "This. The mafia business, or whatever you call it. It's bad, Danzel. Killing is bad. You are not doing any good if you keep killing people, good or bad, it doesn't matter."

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

Each time Pamela wronged her, Angelina killed her. The mafia Don was surprised when he heard Angel's confessions. He has never seen that murderous look in her eyes before. She didn't look like an innocent angel anymore. Instead, she looked like an Angel of death. As though she was ready to kill anyone who gets in her way. The mafia Don let her hand go and instead held her face. “ It hurts so fucking bad, uncle. It hurts.” Angelina whispered but loud enough for Xavier to hear. She closed her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks.

- Alair urged. - Five figures, each of them had beautiful features and golden hair, like angels in pictures, but also huge scarlet wings and fully dark blue eyes, without any pupils. There were four men and one woman, and she and one of the men appeared to be the leaders. They introduced themselves as 'Scarlet Angels' and said they came to punish me for my grave sins... Somehow they summoned the souls of my victims and made me feel their pain... So I started screaming, it was unbearable... I asked them to stop, begged for mercy... Soon after I heard a shot when the police destroyed the lock to get to the apartment... Then these creatures caused some gale and disappeared.- he told quickly, no

I yelled out spitting my venom. I’ve seen bad guys in the movies with wicked motives as they torture and turn lives upside down, only thinking of their selfish needs and no one else. Power has always been their priority, not family or friends. They will take advantage of others, and terrorize helpless victims, thinking their motives are understandable– which sometimes they are–, they are persistent f*ckers, but clever. Well, not that clever because they seem to forget that good will always overcome. Angel was pure evil and power was his motive. He never cared about anyone but himself. Didn’t even give it a second thought before slashing my Mother’s throat after all the abuse he put her throu

"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.

She did something to block Angel’s newly sealed mate-bond, the bond with her Hellhound who should have been able to track her but could not, and nobody could portal or pop to her, which again should not have been possible. That was not all and got even worse. Angel’s biological mother, who died when she was only ten weeks old, had been running from Angel’s sperm donor who wanted to weaponize Angel. He was the one who killed her mother. He was chased off because he could get his hands on her. Everyone here believed that her sperm donor was behind this, and Maxine was helping him. Maxine had been taken in at the Nightshade pack as an orphan about a year ago. She had immediately befriended Ange