Death Angel Monster Novels & Stories

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

“Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?” “Yes,” said the night-skinned demon. His voice was like an underground cavern. He whistled, and out from behind a tree clopped a blue roan stallion, its blue-gray fur like a ghost. It whinnied, pulling a black carriage that a coffin would be perfectly displayed in. “That's a thing you put dead people in,” I said blankly. Samael replied: “And I'm the Angel of Death. It's proper decorum to drive a hearse.”

He watched intensely and after an hour those eggs hatched and Alfe saw a horrific sight. Those tiny eggs are minute monsters. Without the microscope, nobody could see them. Alfe tried to test the ability of those unseen monsters. He pricked his finger and drop blood to the specimen. He was right. They were blood sucker. He also put a tiny piece of sausage and he was again. They are flesh eaters. By these observations, Alfe knew that Angel will only last for about an hour from now. It was too late for them to rescue her. Her body was already occupied by those tiny blood thirsty monsters.

“You know what I hate the most? Humans with foul mouths.” Human? Did he just call me a human? What the hell was happening? How the fuck did I wake up in the middle of the streets? Without any injury. Vehicles were passing through me like… like I was invisible. Then there's this guy. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as a death angel. My fucking death angel. I don’t even know what a death angel is! “A death angel. Angels who are assigned to collect souls and bring them to after life. And what is after life? It's either heaven or hell,” he answered me.

Every stitch of the invisible needle was a hot spark of pain in my skin. At the head of the table, Drake stood. He began to grow, his shadow stretching across the ceiling like spilled ink, drowning the light. "Is this what you wanted, Angel?" his voice boomed, vibrating in my teeth. "To be part of a legacy of monsters?" "Let me go!" I tried to scream, but my throat felt as if it had been filled with dry sand. His jaw unhinged, stretching wider than any human’s could. Instead of words, a torrent of black beetles poured from his mouth. They hit the bone table with a sickening clatter, a living wave of shells and legs swarming toward me.

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

He exclaimed with a hiss. "He's sorry, please excuse us," Jaxon quickly apologized dragging Alex away. "What the fúck is wrong with you Alex, that man looked dangerous. Watch where you're going next time and stop being clumsy all the time." Alex was not paying to anything that was being said whatsoever, he was still thinking about the beauty he just saw. "I-i saw an angel, a masked angel." He mumbled under his breath after being silent for a long time. "What are you talking about? What angel?" Jaxon asked.

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. “I am the Luna, the Beast, the Queen of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Leo’s. Mate.” She seethes in the bitch’s face before unsheathing her sword and cutting off her head with one swift move. What the hell? “Was she bad?” Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! “She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, can you take care of it, please?” Angel is not at all concerned about him seeing her decapitating someone.

( Gulps) A figure begins to emerge from the portal and at that moment more demons gather around the portal awaiting the full emergence of Belphegor; his appearance is one that makes you wonder how an angel that once served in the high courts of heaven could turn into a monster so grotesque you’d want to puke, with an appearance that resembled that of an overgrown goat walking on two legs with unkempt hair JAY : I was not expecting that… LEAH : That is so disgusting…. SARA : Weren’t these guys supposed be beautiful angels once??

And he's not in his normal form. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. This must be his demon form, I realize. His skin glows faintly, and from his back are a pair of large wings. They are not angelic or bat-like. They are feathered obsidian wings streaked with glowing gold veins. They curl around him protectively. His claws are out, and his eyes swirl with black and gold. I inhale sharply, and he hears it. Kaziel lifts his head slowly... and freezes. My goodness, he's stunning. Like a dark angel.