Death Angel From A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

“Who are you, and how did you get in here?” Sister Melisa asked coldly. “The answer to your prayers.” The man said, ignoring the question. “I’m Azrael. I wish to observe this, Blake Elon, for the time being before we commence on anything that may attract too much attention to ourselves,” Azrael said, indifferent to the three people in the room. “Like the archangel Azrael, the angel of death.” Father Ding commented, thinking of the biblical text.

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

“Tell me, are you afraid?” Trisha looked confused as to what the man was talking about as they had their secret conversation. Maria only held his hands, placing the right hand on top of his, covering it. “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, whom shall I fear?” She quoted as a response, patting his hands. “I know who I worship and it’s not earthly things.” She released his hands as her granddaughter, Trisha asked her what that was about as they walked off. The corner of Gabriel’s mouth tugged up. After the worst of the worst with Deacon Ellis and The Pastor, he needed someone that would give him hope. It would be the worst if an Angel lost faith in humanity too.

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

"Miles, you should probably go back to your room. You know you passed out days ago from excessive alcohol intake, and you don't look too good. I've relieved you from the stress of pack duties for the meantime. You need to rest and get back on your feet. I'll handle it on my own." Motionless and frozen near the window, teeth gritting. Dane's gaze was palpable throughout, an expectation for words to break the silence. Yet, there was only the weight of unspoken thoughts, too heavy and frightening to be voiced. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Angel... I think Angel is dead. I think someone must have killed her," I said, my voice low, not hiding the fear in it. Dane was by my side in seconds as

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

"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

They were quieter than a whisper, but they hit Zhedya with the force of a gunshot. All the joy, the relief, the dizzying love…it froze in his veins, then cracked into a million icy shards. The man he had built a world for. The man he had killed for, bled for, prayed for. Was looking right through him, his angel had finally woken up. But he had no idea who the devil in front of him was.

SIMEON It was cold now. Or perhaps I was alone. And the silence was bothersome. As if he could read every lie I had just told him the Angel of Death remained seated across from me gazing into my soul. He didn't say anything and it annoyed me and made me scared. I made an effort to remain motionless but my heart was pounding. I tried to keep a composed face and I knew I would be dead if I now appeared weak. He gently tapped the picture of Sarian with one finger. He maintained eye contact with me.