Dying Angel Novels & Stories

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Seriously! "And why would I do that? All the fictional characters in the anthology deserve to die! It's basically their punishment!" I immediately crossed the table and chased after him to get the quill back, but we just kept going around and around the room, and I couldn't catch him! So in the end, we were both breathless and sat down in our respective spots. "There are a lot of ways to punish a person without killing them. Like betrayals and eternal life after taking away their sanity," he said seriously after a while and just leaned against the headboard of the bed.

The last thing she saw before the seawater drowned her was Phoebe's face filled with disappointment and Xander's face filled with cruelty. Her body swayed as the yatch began to shake gently. Angel tried to form words and concentrate on clearing up the misunderstanding that had occurred. But suddenly her body flew over the deck guardrail. Angel tried to reach for the empty air and trace the void beneath her. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs filled with water that poured in from her nose. Angel tried to open her mouth to ask for help. But her body only sank further into the terrifying darkness.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

he whispered and went outside to find out some angels were out there trying to get some information, a gossip. They suddenly felt embarrassed when he went out from the entrance. But one of the angels came near him. "Is Abu won't come back anymore?" the female angel said, Mira, one of Abu's close friends. "Mira," he said. "Will he come back?" she repeated and he frowned, "I don't know, Mira. But no one could ever go back once an angel or a grim reaper killed a living creature. After he kills the vampire, he will surely die," he explained and Mira frowned. She wished that she was there before he vanished but she knew it couldn't be helped.

Her mind darted to her family, the pains they would go through, after her death, she is the only one, who her mom have fate in, she has always promised to get a better job, and sponsor her siblings to school, she couldn't help thinking about the fate that awaits her family, if she end up losing her life like this, but then, there isn't anything she could do about it. After what seemed like forever, slowly, she opened her eyes, as she was welcomed with a young handsome angel, staring blankly at her, and she just couldn't help concluding that she died and must've gone to heaven, but then, she couldn't help doubting it, because she believe that angels are supposed to be wearing white garments,

Bastien took them and handed them to Angel. Shaking badly, she stared down at the passport. Her face had been black-marked and the word D-E-A-D had been scrawled across her name. “Oh!” she cried out and her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, yes. That’s me—dead!” She laughed with a gasping sound. “He will make sure!” Bastien looked concerned. Angel knew she was getting hysterical, but she couldn’t seem to get a hold of herself. She started to pull back from the booth and Bastien.

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

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.