Romans & histoires Female Death Angel A Quiet Place

"Tessa! This is all your fault! If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be in this mess! I wish you were dead! Dead!!" Eric had stepped in front of me and took a knife slash across his chest. He crumpled to the ground, his face ghostly pale, his consciousness fading. The ambulance crew rushed him away. Slowly, the chaos of the scene settled into silence. I just stood there, staring at a ring on the ground, then smeared with bright red blood. I crouched, picked it up, and gently wiped the blood away. My fingertips went cold for a second, but I felt no regret.

I let out a sigh as I listen in silence to all he has to say. “I reached out to some contacts in Italy and she’s known as ‘L’Angelo della Morte’ The angel of death. She is basically her father’s enforcer, carrying out all his dirty work. There is no concrete proof to put her away but there have been a lot of stories over the years of all she has done. I’m staring at a thick file on a lot of her activities and it is not looking good man. You should steer clear of this one, she’s bad news.” “Well that might be a problem.” I say.

Surprise was evident on everybody's face except Angel's. A skinny teenager dressed in an all black ensemble with purple dyed hair sat two empty chairs away from Grey, close to the array of books. "Are you a ghost or something? How did nobody notice you?" Katilyn yelled, holding her hand to her chest. "Death is silence." The purple haired girl said, her voice an audible whisper. "I am Elizabeth Vaughn. But call me Spark."" "Creepy but okay. We hear you." Katilyn eyed her. "I'm Kaitlyn Sawyer and I'm still having the heebie jeebies for goth girl over there."

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

“What’s so bad about her? She looks sweet.” “...Looks can be deceiving,” Felix replied, still refusing to take her eyes off the girl. “Especially when they belong to someone who’s meant to be dead.” And I froze next to her, unsure if I’d just heard her right. “What…?” “‘The Angel of Death’, is what they call her,” she continued. “She died at sixteen. Buried, funeral, crying, the whole ordeal. I heard it was a rogue that killed her, the Silver Saintess being the one to find her body.”

Alexey fell into Michael's arms as she looked at him with her weak eyes. " Help me. " " I will stay with you until you die. " Michael kissed her forehead as Alexey rested her head on Michael's neck, smelling Riley's scent that she loves so much. Now she died by his hands. The angel waited for a long time as the hybrid slept forever, she wasn't breathing. He placed her on the ground as he is digging to bury her. He placed her softly before placing the mud above her. " Mission is complete. " Michael looked at his hands as he saw the woman's blood.

I glanced at the other side to notice the body of both Fiona and Eden lying just lifeless beside each other, my heart burning in anger knowing that Hercules had been behind all of this. "What a sweet reunion of the strong Alpha and his Rebirth Luna!" The unfamiliar voice said as I turned to notice a lady dressed in all black, her makeup that of black color as well. The scene before me was chilling. Fiona and Eden, are both lifeless. The stranger's words sent shivers down my spine. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice edged with anger and grief. Instead of a response, she began to laugh weirdly.

“Or have you always been like this?” Crying, Angel whispered, “A monster?” Tony looked away. Jaw clenched. Fist curling at his sides as if he could crush the darkness inside him by force. From kneeling, he sank back and sat on the floor. The carpet beneath him might as well have been ice. The silence between them stretched—fragile, humming with the weight of what couldn’t be taken back. Finally— “I… I keep seeing you die in my dreams,” he whispered. Angel’s breath caught in the dark.

Tap. "Finally, you also found a wayward soul." The voice stopped Ardina's footsteps who is not too far from her hiding place. And at the moment Ardina's head looked up, her heart was pounding fast. It's tighter than before. Ardina's eyes were also wide open, just like her mouth was already gaping. The grim reaper's hearing and smell were twice as sharp as that of a bloodhound. The intimidating and cold gaze Ardina felt from his gaze. "M-Mr-A-Angel of death ??" Ardina said after then fell silent. Doubt. She doesn't know what else to say. Between fear, amazement, and...