Death Angel Monster Novels & Stories

Angel Where are you" came his desperate voice Suddenly as if thunder Strom, there was light around him, he looked up a unique way of decoration, never in his life, he had imagined the use of the umbrella in decorations, his eyes travelled to the end of it and his breath hitched seeing the view The red light, what amused him it was in the shape of a heart and there stood his angel exactly at the same spot where he first saw hee, his eyes were stuck on the beauty inside that heart, it felt like that's his heart and his lady residing in there His legs rooted to the spot as if paralyzed He didn't even realize the absence of Bozo in his arms She looked divine in that dress, just like a fairy who

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"All you have to do to get out of this is quite simple actually. I said that would not work earlier, but scratch that. I make the rules here and I can change them as much as I see fit. You claim these two are not real, you claim they are long dead. So if they are already dead and not real, there wouldn't be any problem with slitting their throats and gutting them limb from limb right? After all that was what you brought the knife for, right?" Tador knew he was a complete monster for even considering doing the bidding of the Angel of death, even if they are not real, but what could he do about it? The man had to leave the place. There was no way to know how long he'd been unconscious, and mor

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

She noticed that. "Is this where the death process is?" Asked Ardina anxiously, irritated and mixed with fear in her heart. "Have all the soul's been ripped out of their bodies?" Asked the Angel with wings bigger than the other Angels. His voice was booming. Very scary. Ardina keeps holding her mouth so she doesn't say a word. And it seems that angels are more powerful than other angels. "So they are really the angels? Angel of death and his assistant angels .. ??" she mutter trembled. Guess what she was witnessing.

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

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.

I am beginning to worry about what effect being in Hell will have on her. “Never mind. What’s done is done. Why are the monsters calling for me?” she asks and Bellious looks up at her before he turns and looks at the gate. “You are the Angel of Death. Those beasts answer to you. They will do your bidding. A chance, so to speak.” A chance? A chance at what? “Really. Well, what chance are you speaking of?” She asks the question I was going too. “Redemption, to right their wrongs so that they may move on from being trapped behind there.”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."