Female Death Angel A Quiet Place Novels & Stories

I sob on to his chest, clutching him close to me. “I … I couldn’t find you … Foxy … She killed me … She was here. I swear she … She was here.” I sob out as I clutch him tighter to me. He coos and soothes me as I break down from the dream. “She is dead Angel, you killed her. She is nothing but ash. She can’t hurt you anymore. Shhh princess. It’s ok. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” He says, but I close my eyes and see her face twisted with evil intent, staring back at me.

Luca and Matteo came to me. "she has killed Kaiser and Igor... mostly Chinese and Russian Shoulders are also dead. She has defeated them...We checked what happened... here" they showed me when my Angel was near the elevator... she came out of it, she was fine. She was killing right and left like a true queen... she wasn't scared at all. She was fighting so bravely and then when she was about to go out... suddenly she fall right on the floor... like her soul left her body. And I can see she was just like that in other people's blood when I got her. How is this possible? How can she just die like that... No... this is not right.... I need answers and I know who can give them. I quickly picked

He had the will to live. "This is where you would die." Elijah told Angel after Damon left. "I can imagine how devastated Jake Collymore would be when he finds out that his daughter is no more." Delia said, and an evil laugh emanated from her throat. "Please don’t kill me." Angel begged. "Please. I would do anything you wanted. Please don’t." "Too late." Delia said, a smile touching her lips, as she grabbed Angel by her arm and dragged her to a tree.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

Judy pulled Zack toward the memorial altar. "Ms. Miller, don't worry. I can bless him just as well from this side." At that moment, a clear, crisp female voice rang out from outside. Everyone was stunned, instinctively looking toward the source of the voice. Angela stood there, perfectly fine, with Dexter behind her. "Y-you… Are you dead or alive? How is this possible?" Judy was utterly dumbfounded, staring at Angela in disbelief while trembling uncontrollably. Bill was equally shocked, staring fixedly at Angela as if he had seen a ghost.

"Keep talking, and that'll happen to you too-" "Do you feel any remorse at all?" Alice was talking over Emilia. She knew that she was pushing her luck but her urgency to quit the club had taken over her common sense. "The fact that she died because of your actions." Emilia shoved Alice backwards. It was a small push. But it caught Alice by surprise. She crashed over two chairs and smashed her jaw against the floor. She groaned and onto her knees, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Emilia didn't look upset or horrified. She had a look of forced satisfaction on her face.

Even as the life leaves my body, I can only blink at the ground of the abandoned warehouse I end up dying on… I didn’t save Gwen… Lightness, peace. Those are the things I feel next as my eyes softly close… as I die. Are those really what I am supposed to feel? I open my eyes when strange humming invades my hearing, and just like that, I am staring at a blue clear sky and a varieties of birds in the sky. “Two seconds to open your eyes. Now that’s a new record. Bring the gifts.” “Gifts?” I frown and turn to where the voice is coming from. The amused voice. Angel Writes stares at me with a raised eyebrow and a lollipop between her lips.

I continued till I could see blood oozing out of his mouth and his soul almost leaving his body. I continued to pouch till Daniel lay in front of me lifeless. “John please let him go, don't let him die”. Anabella’s angelic voice echoed. I turned to look at her, she wore a white flowering dress, her look captivating and her stomach protruding. Her words calmed my spirit. I turned and looked at the man beneath me, his body lifeless, face swollen, cloth stained with blood while the people murmured. “Is he dead?”. An aged woman asked.

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

Blood stained the floor, visible in the sunlight. Henley gripped the ring and exhaled deeply. The ring began to heat up under the sun's rays. In that dazed moment, Henley seemed to hear Joanna's voice. "You killed your mother… and you killed me with your own hands," she said. "Someone like you can never be forgiven." He crawled toward the sound, stumbling his way toward the bathroom. With his teeth, he managed to turn the faucet on the bathtub, contorting his body awkwardly, elbowing himself into the tub.