Divine Death Novels & Stories

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Aaron was praying constantly that what he feared would not be the truth. "Woah!" Levi commented suddenly, in an astonished yet sacred tone and the others became more curious. "He worked for AB organization and was an undercover asset" The other gasped in disbelief while Aaron shook his head in discouragement; this was what he had expected. Williams, a name that was quite popular earlier in the underworld, they didn't own any organization but worked for numerous, doing the works that others couldn't. Whether it was killing, stealing some documents, or destroying someone, they did it without leaving any traces behind. In the end, they decided to work for AB organization and soon just vanished

“Yes.” “And tonight? Sitting here with me. Reading the page over my hands. Is this a choice?” “Everything I do with you is a choice.” The words hang in the cold chapel air. I believe him. I have been in this house long enough to understand that Domenico Armenise does not make choices lightly, and that the choices he makes with me are not the choices he was raised to make. The blood oath he swore at Lorenzo’s grave binds him to the organization above all personal attachments. Sitting beside me in the chapel, sharing the ledger, sharing the proof of his brother’s murder, is not what the oath demands. It is what he has chosen anyway.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Half of me expects to see Mjollnir flying through the gymnasium windows, but of course, that would be cliché; it isn’t like this is a Marvel movie. The windows and the doors begin to shake fiercely as Hilda calls upon her forefathers to lend her the strength she needs to defeat me. I can see Miles out of my peripheral pacing back and forth; even the professor looks like she’s not sure what to do in this situation. Being a demigod, Hilda is one of the stronger students in this school, and if she loses control of her powers, it could be devastating. Still, the point of Divine Academy is to teach the students how to prosper and wield their gifts to their fullest potential. Miles and Herja need

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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.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Divine ran out, rushing to the top of the building without any hesitation, his movements swift The three friends exchanged worried glances again, unsure of what was happening or what could Divine wanting to do. But before they could react or intervene, they saw Divine suddenly threw himself off the building, intending to kill himself, his body plummeting towards the ground with alarming speed. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" The three friends exclaimed in unison in horror. Anakin's heart stopped as he watched in horror, his mind frozen in shock and disbelief. However, his supernatural reflexes kicked in, and he sprinted towards Divine, his movements swift and precise. W

I said quietly, “before my eighteenth birthday, he pulled me in front of the entire crowd of werewolves. He told me to roar. I couldn’t. And he laughed. Smugly. ‘If you can’t roar at this age,’ he said, ‘what makes you think you’ll transform after eighteen?’ I swallowed. “That was just one of countless times he mocked me. And now… you’re telling me he never did any of this of his own free will?” Neveah looked at me calmly. “Hold on, Lira. You’re asking me so much about Divine and the way she twisted your father, but not how to fix the bigger problem. There is a way to help them, but…” “But what?” I pressed. “The only way to break the hold Divine has on them,” Neveah said slowly, “is if Divin

“This surpasses all prophecies.” Irina Vasiliev, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed toward the flames, responded firmly: “Dmitry has united his essence with hers. He has sealed a pact with divine chaos itself. The Goddess of Death now has access to the heart of our world. This is not something that can be controlled with politics.” But her posture was different. There was unease, yes, but no judgment. She did not fear Susan. She feared what the others would do to her. Fidor Kovalenko remained calm, but his voice was low and cutting: