Death's Angels Novels & Stories

The angel of death would soon cocoon my soul until my hellish metamorphosis was complete. She was tasked with lighting the way to the dimension the departing soul would be bound to for their next life. For a human soul, like me, there were infinite paths. I had never yet lost a charge to the emptiness, the vast pool of the other entities that vied to be the God, for I sensed myself to be an ambassador of the only true God - one who can Create and Love. Death was his channel, his connection to the earthlings, for all angels came from the human race in a time far into the future. All times were nothing but a vast puzzle to the only living deity, all of them important but not sequential in the

" Our eyes met and hands touched, Lights dimmed as our eyes clashed. Mask covered our faces but our voices heard, Two years without you weren't roses on bed. Eyes remained unblinked, both yours and mine, Touches ignited the calming inferno again. I stand confused, bewildered and betrayed, Is it really you or am I dreaming again? Masks came off, faces uncovered, It was really you, still beautiful like the old days. They said you were no more, How did you come back, fighting rage and gore? Tears flowed as our gaze melt, Heart sped as our lips met. I couldn't forgive you, for you changed my world, Not for good but for worst. Kept yourself away, and our baby girl, Killed me everyday for two year

I could see Hoka was beyond excited and his little pecker was straining in his pants. "Well we're going to take off, it was a pleasure to meet you Death Angel," the Shark God said as he, his wife and young son vanished. I frowned wondering how they knew he was a Death Angel and I hadn't in the past. Rai wrapped his arm around my waist and we headed back up to the house with the shy pair of soulmates following after us. Hoka and Kaimana a perfect couple I was so drawn to the attractive Ocean Nymph. Sebastian said I'd find my soulmate and it appears that I had. I couldn't believe that we were talking about our interests and it seemed like we were carved from the same exact stone.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

"Right, well, forgive me if I don't trust him to handle an angel-killing situation with grace." Michael closed his eyes, looked up, and sighed. "Four confirmed deaths on angels. Normally I would assume it was the work of someone other than humans. Humans aren't particularly strong so I don't consider them a threat, most of the time. Unfortunately, though, this particular human group's leader was caught in the act." "The unknown did that? That doesn't make any sense." 'It knows which contracts to take and avoid, but then does something that would make enemies of the angels?' Death was pacing now trying to figure out what was happening.

Now, she got captured by Angel of Death. “About fifty thousand years ago, Moon Goddess breathed out life to the supernatural world. The daemon was the first to walk on Earth and coexisted with the human,” Stefano told them without tearing his gaze from the window that had the view of the children were playing as if the war earlier didn’t happen. “One by one species was created. When the population was growing, she needed help to oversees things on Earth to ensure every species lived in harmony and peace, so she created the Legion of Angels. Each had its purposes. Angel of Death was the General of her army called the Knights of Death. Because there was no war in the supernatural world, his ar

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

"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.