Dying Angel Novels & Stories

I tried to get up, but I only made it a couple of shaky steps before collapsing by the bed. Despair hit me like a truck, and I could not catch my breath under the weight of it all. Seeing how differently Yvonne treated Wade on social media, I knew it was time for a change. I quietly 'unfriended' Wade and, with a sense of finality, circled my departure to Avrika in bright red on the calendar.

“Then things changed when she was twenty. She was supposed to show up for an award ceremony, but she just disappeared. Dahlia was able to track her through some hidden channels. She ended up going South. Her name was mentioned on a couple of Black-Market message boards because someone was searching for her. Then there were eight months of radio silence. Then there was a directive put out to find her. It was clear that she was not to be harmed because she was pregnant. The person offered a ridiculous amount of money to locate her. After another three months, it was radio silence again.” Angel was shaking with that news, stuck in her own head. I knew that she was putting the pieces together th

"I can't let Audrey become their target. Cate is obedient. If one day she dies in Audrey's place, well, that would be a blessing for her." Audrey smiled, lips pressed into a perfect little curve. I was still frozen in place. Numb. Like my body had been drained of heat, like my oversized mascot costume was suddenly letting the cold seep in. Just one year ago, I had stumbled upon a dying Kevin in the alley behind the restaurant where I worked. I hadn't wanted to get involved—I knew trouble when I saw it—but he had gasped, flipped over, and clutched my ankle with blood-streaked fingers.

Then he got close to him, bent down, and placed his lips against his ear. “Mr. Gonzalez is dead. He is gone because you failed to protect him. But you know what's more tragic, the one you love, who you left all alone,” he then smiled and continued, “what if it is too late by the time you get back? Wouldn't that mean another lost life?” Martin gave out a devilish laugh and walked out of the room stuffing the penknife in his pocket. Don's thoughts were racing by the time Marcello entered. What did Martin mean by “another lost life”.

GILDA'S POV My emotions were all over the place. How was I meant to cope? I had no idea what to do. The maids were all around me; they thought I was going to run away before Japheth came back. " You should say a good prayer to your creator; nothing should happen to Angel. You are going to pay for it with your life," Jane said. I hated to hear her voice; it was like torture to my soul. How was I going to stay sane without hearing her voice?

" Dale had personally helped me up and fed me the tea, but it was brewed with unrefined silver oleander. I died of poisoning right then and there. At the doors of the emergency room, Maya cried so hard she could barely stand on her feet. "I'm sorry… I'm just too stupid… "I didn't know oleander was poisonous. I just thought it smelled sweet…" As I remembered how my organs had burned, and how I died from pure agony in my past life, I raised my hand and tossed the energy drink into the trash can. It landed with a thud. Maya's eyes immediately turned red-rimmed. "Sierra… You like this drink, don't you? "I saved my allowance for weeks just to buy it for you. That's the best thing I could afford…

"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

"Don't you want to live?" "Yes, sir. Please don't kill me. I beg you. Please." "Then cut his dick off, I will spare you." Damian whispered pointing the other guy which made the both of them to tremble in fear. "Please, sir spare me. I will leave this city please spare us." The guy who was pointed begged by clutching onto Damian's legs for mercy but Damian's gaze was stuck upon the guy whom he offered. "Well, do or die." " I-I, sir I just, ple-"

The Shadows whispered. "Drake?" Angel said, fear engulfing her voice. "What is going on? What are these creatures?!" She stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. I felt the knot in my stomach constrict, as a sense of dread and helplessness washed over me. Frozen in time, I knew the reality was stark and brutal. I was about to witness the love of my life being taken from this world, and I was powerless to stop it.

Death greeted back. The man with wings is Archillus, the angel of god that is responsible for relaying information to other celestial beings. In a much simple terms, he is a messenger. "Who is this beautiful soul?" Archillus kissed Emily's hand. "She's Emily Mae Park. Born in December 5th year 2000 and she just died earlier," Death said. "So you're just-" Archillus counted using his finger, "18 years old." His voice cracked a little. Emily couldn't utter a word. She's intimidated by the angel's pleasant features.