Killer Angels Book Summary Novels & Stories

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

“The man you’re after is an assassin just like yourself who used to go by the codename Sathariel.” “Sathaerial?” “Named after the Angel of Deception; the 17th fallen angel of the Grigori. In all my years overseeing The Tournament, I’ve never met an assassin like him. He’s cold, calculating, and focused in a manner I’ve never seen. Exceptionally manipulative and his kill method was always changing. His claim to fame was studying the methods of other assassins and being able to mimic them, so his crimes would be traced back to them and not him. Textbook Machiavellianism.”

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made

Her smugness irritates me. “Are you still thinking about murdering me?” “Not thinking, planning.” “I don’t think I’ll be sleeping with one eye open anytime soon. You, Miss Ashyver, will not be able to kill me, The Daemonium, Angel to The God of Hell.” “I’m not trying to kill The Daemonium,” she smiles, “I will, however, be killing Dargan Chernobog.” __________________ Kim “Where did you hear that name?” The Daemonium seethes. The room begins to fill with darkness, all candles fizzling out.

' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

His eyes were black, and he glowed blue as the flame engulfed him. As the dread of remembering the ancient and thought to be extinct Firestarter people came back to him, Nicholas finally understood who Daniel was. In his mind, Daniel ordered the horses to move out of his way. As they parted and ran back to the other riders, Daniel walked towards the remaining goblins with his hand still raised. As an evil smirk curled up on the side of his face, Daniel closed his eyes and rained down hell on the attackers.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

Automatically and without any thought, Ace and Jack mimicked his stance, though they leaned against the wall. “Well…” King paused, and Jack saw the wheels in that razor-sharp brain turning and turning. “What if – what if we changed things a bit? Didn’t blame you for killing Jensen?” “Uh.” Ace blinked. “Uh… what difference would that make, Kingston? The Fallen Angels will still want my head on a stake, because Kirk told them that I’m the rat. They’re gonna want my dick skewered on that same stake when they find that drive of pictures of me and Liam. I mean, it’s not like I can waltz into the clubhouse and say, ‘Hey, guys, I’ve killed Warren and Shay, but not Kirk, and by the way, I’m gay,’ an

“Actually, could they look into Urk Mensolv instead? He’s the Don of the Kixovl Mafia—human and sex trafficking. I think that’s why the pups were taken. Just be careful—he’s dangerous. Make sure they cover their tracks so nothing traces back to you.” “Max, how do you know a Don?” Deek asked cautiously. I took a breath before answering. “Now that my mates and pack have accepted me, I can tell you the truth. I hope this doesn’t change things between us—but if it does, I understand.” I hesitated before continuing. “I’m an assassin, and Urk is my target. The facility where we rescued the pups? That was one of his new operations. At the time, I had no idea they’d taken any of our pups. I only fol