Death Wings Novels & Stories

Head swinging to her, he argued, with controlled anger, “It is definitely not fine. And this - you not being here - it won’t do. Carter’s and Upshaw’s deaths happened when you had no access to them. Imagine what would happen to the rest of them once you relinquish access entirely.” From his peripheral vision, he sighted Sophisticated staring into space, murmuring to himself like he was delivering a prophecy, “We’re all going to die. If the mystery killer doesn’t finish us off, the lycans and wolves would. If not them, then maybe the vampires. We’re going to die.” Holding Greg’s gaze, Sush insisted, “It’s not a dismissal. It’s a suspension. We’ll wait it out.”

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

Dain’s aloof exterior failed, and the shadows still wrapped around his arms and neck bristled. It was his dead, lightless eyes that healed first, and stared at us as the rest of him caught up. “That’s right, it’s going to take a lot more than a few angry shadows to kill me.” His laugh grew stronger as the flesh around his throat and mouth began to heal. “I met Death not that long ago and as it turns out, he doesn’t want me…but he’s very much interested in you.”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Coldness washed over the body of the old man and then, his eyes shut and his heart stopped beating. "Pretty fun. It's nice to visit the human world again." Adonis pulled away from the man and took a step backwards, his cold gaze still on the dead man's body. He was the King of all death angels, the end of every living thing. The end of the first living thing and he would be the end of the last living thing. He turned backwards and vanished away, into thin air. * "The Death King is here!" "He... He is really here!" "He came to the human world himself!"

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.