Helltaker Angels Novels & Stories

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

"You said we were partners. You said the bloodthirsty Council would come, and I’m not hiding in a hole like a frightened rabbit." ​Malakai paused, his eyes scanning me with a look that was half-frustration and half-unbridled pride. He stepped close, his shadow enveloping me. "This isn't a training exercise. This is a hit squad. If they get a lock on this position, it’s a total bloodbath." ​"Then let's give them one," I countered, reaching for the holster at my hip. ​The helicopter began its descent, the downdraft whipping my hair into a frenzy. As the side door slid open, I saw the flash of tactical gear. These weren't just street thugs; these were the Council’s "Archangels"—elite trackers w

"This is not me speaking on behalf of the Reapers, but I think it's just sad how terrene's bad attitude was also reflective of us, angels. Does that make us like them too? How are we different from them? Or are we not?" I didn't respond. That was deep; I hadn't thought of that. How do we draw a line between being an angel and a terrene? "If you're a Reaper, you will completely understand how I feel—we feel. It's disheartening how other angels distanced from us simply because of our class. You won't know it because Heralds sent messages and letters, Keepers protects their subject and Weavers helps in finding the soulmate of their subjects, but for us Reapers… it's a different story; one might

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Groans and wails were coming from everywhere. A girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen stood on the table with her hands on her hips. She scowled fiercely and said in a soft tone, “Hmph, what Hell’s Angels? It should be Trash Angels! Every single one of you is useless. You can’t even produce a single decent warrior. With just this, how dare you call yourselves kings of the underground? Pah! From today, I will be your elder sister, and you will listen to me.

The host must defeat the attackers and discover who is behind them. [Reward - Deathwing Angel hatch time is decreased by 50%] How the hell?

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.