Death Angel From A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

He aimed the tip of his gun at my face “Any last words?” The watch on my wrist beeped red and despite the bullet lodged deep in my intestines, despite the gun aimed between my face, I found myself smiling. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Vee His calm, gentle voice, his heart-stopping smile, the light in his eyes “Vee” I whispered And then...a bright light shone, followed by an ear-deafening explosion And lastly...fire.

“Zale Lionel Helmer” has turned completely devil after his wife’s death. Soft feelings which he has in his heart for his closed one have gone now. Only a cold and deathly devil is hunting for his Prey every day. His soft nature which he holds deep inside him is death along with his wife. “Tara Helmer” is the same sweet innocent girl who believes everyone. She doesn’t know anything about her past life. She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil.

I could see him battling between insanity and reality and it brought a flicker of satisfaction into me, showing him exactly how a long game is played out. We approached them and I couldn’t help my eyes from lingering on Angel’s face. My chest tightened as I saw her pale face and stricken features. She was fighting her rapid emotions from surfacing. I could tell how traumatizing this was for her, standing face to face with the man she’s heard so much about, the man she was biologically related to against her wishes, and the man who killed the only person she has ever loved in this whole world. Zade wasn’t looking at her. He was focused on the figure by her side who was smirking triumphantly a

The Shadows whispered. "Drake?" Angel said, fear engulfing her voice. "What is going on? What are these creatures?!" She stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. I felt the knot in my stomach constrict, as a sense of dread and helplessness washed over me. Frozen in time, I knew the reality was stark and brutal. I was about to witness the love of my life being taken from this world, and I was powerless to stop it.

he shouted. “Really? Overreacting much?” Linda huffed as she was led out. Zane hadn’t said a word. He was still hunched down by the edge of the pool, looking at Ava. They heard Jax and Linda make their way out of the house and then there was silence. “Angel, if I ask you to step out of the pool, will I have to kill my men if they happened to walk into this room?” he finally asked. “There is a possibility of it,” Ava told him. His eyes darkened.

Butler Sam opened the door and I immediately saw Lucifer, lying on a hospital bed with his eyes closed. The tears that I have been stopping to fall down finally made its way down to my cheeks as I slowly walked towards him. My hands were shaking when I touched his face, “L-Lucifer…” His cheeks were hot, but his eyes and lips were closed. “Wake up now, Lucifer… Angela is here… your girlfriend is here…” I mumbled, hoping that he would finally wake up after hearing my voice but still, he didn’t move. I leaned down and hugged him, I felt his chest going up and down and I heard his heartbeat. “Lucifer…”

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.

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

“There’s no world where I let you go. Not ever. Not even death. Did you think dying would stop me from loving you? Did you think a few bullets could kill what we have?” I opened my mouth to scream. Nothing came out. My voice had abandoned me, trapped in my throat like a bird in a cage. He reached me. Daniel crouched down so his face was level with mine, watching me sink with something like delight in his eyes. His hand cupped my face. Cold. So cold. Like pressing my cheek against a gravestone. A corpse. “I’m going to come back, Angel.” His thumb traced my cheekbone, tender and terrifying. “I always come back. You know that. You’ve always known that.”

My reply came out in a shaky voice. "But you're safe now." He took a step forward but I stepped back. "What now? You're scared of me?" His voice was colder than it had been. Was I? He just killed a man within the snap of a finger. I definitely should be. "I'm no longer your Angel?" He asked coldly. "I-I have to go." I turned around and ran away as fast as my legs could carry me with the guilt of being responsible for a man's death gnawing at me.