Death's Angels Novels & Stories

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

/ 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.

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

Chapter 56 The angel is surrounded by a powerful intimidating aura and always with murderous intent. Death angel is unforgiving and always makes sure to complete whatever he has started. He holds a sharp double-edged sword in his hand. He controls the keys of a worldly disaster such as tsunami, road accident, fire, flood, plane crash, and anything associated with death. He controls about 555 black wings angels in the dark realm. I said angel of death as a member of a celestial martial saint I command you from today to come to my aid at the battlefield. I command you to obey me from today as decreed by the divine order. The angel bowed to me and responded so shall it be my lord.

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

Cole said. “That is not the plan. I plan to let them burn with this shit hole,” Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel took his time to think about that piece of information. ‘Death serum, huh?’ Angel thought perhaps that would be a nice addition to his plans. He nodded in agreement.

"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

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow