Death Angel From A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

Mr Carter prayed "Olivia, please be safe wherever you are. If there is a God somewhere as they say, please don't let any harm come to Olivia. If you do this for me, I will forever be grateful. Please, please," Ethan prayed in his heart looking out the window silently "I wonder what this son of bitch wants from this family. Mr Green, you better not be the one behind Olivia's disappearance if not you will answer to the bullet in my gun. Jail sentence will look merciful compared to what I will do to you," Andrews thought as he focused his gaze on the road making the last turn towards the company.

Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, where he lost his mind and soul, where he stood like a buffoon staring at his Angel who seemed just dropped from heaven, where the unknown poet in him showed up, those honey-brown innocent filled eyes, a teenage girl who captured him just like how Venus flytrap attract insect and trap them, it was the same place just walk away from her apartment to Jennie's cafe where his Angel worked, wher

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

“You have a daughter of your own. You should really be burned alive.” “Who are you?” he repeated. “Do you really want to know?” I mocked him and he nodded. I reached into my back pocket producing a gun. “I am Azaziel, the angel of death.” He was about to make a movement but I beat him to it. I shot him in close range. His blood splattered everywhere, even to my face. I licked the ones near my lips, savoring the tangy taste. He was still writhing on the floor and I made another shot. Finally, he stopped spasming.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

It burns through the void, turning the ink into fire. No. I’m not weak. I’m not nothing. I feel a sharp and intrusive pain, cracking my chest open. They’re taking the machine out, cutting away the failure. I will not die. I can’t, not until I’ve made Ryan and everyone else pay. I scream into the void. "I will kill you! Ryan! I will fucking destroy you!" Then, the darkness shatters. A Beep. Silence. "Come on," a voice whispers. It is the man’s voice. The Angel of Death.

He had the will to live. "This is where you would die." Elijah told Angel after Damon left. "I can imagine how devastated Jake Collymore would be when he finds out that his daughter is no more." Delia said, and an evil laugh emanated from her throat. "Please don’t kill me." Angel begged. "Please. I would do anything you wanted. Please don’t." "Too late." Delia said, a smile touching her lips, as she grabbed Angel by her arm and dragged her to a tree.

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please."

Until Jungkook finally met Althea again. As Diaz dies slowly with a hole in his lungs, he looks at Althea. The younger is standing in front of him with the gun pointing at his head. The pink haired looks at him in the eyes and smiles a terrible smile. A single last tear falls down the brunette's face, fear of death striking his heart. "Oh, Angel, tell me, how to survive in hell?" Diaz’s eyes begin to go blank, his mind no longer catching with the words being said as his breath stops flowing in and out of his body.