Last Angel Novels & Stories

You surely know the right buttons to push to make me seethe. “What can I say? Timing is my middle name.” Angelo, who was calmly walking towards them, clicked his tongue as if it dissatisfied him with Damon’s sudden appearance. “The daughter of Beelzebub is mine to catch, that I am warning you, son of Lucifer.” “Ha! You speak as if you already caught me.” Cent tilted her head to the side. Her face, though blooded, had shown no signs of fear and anxiety—this reaction caused a frown from Angelo.

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

she said, looking straight at the ocean. "At that ship, I thought I'd die in there. I thought it would be my grave but there you were rescuing us from such hopeless thinking." The old woman sat beside her on the rock. "He will come back since you said he will." "Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his closest friend from a distance, waving his hands to get his attention. And when Muchie look his way he grins. "I have to speak to a hero! Can you water my spider lilies?"

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

The pain was evident in his face and Azrael would not let it pass by without giving him a banter, “What’s the fuss about? You’re immortal. That’ll heal.” He looked up at her and finally spoke, “That was a hard hit, Azrael. I didn’t realize that our first meeting would go this way.” he said and throw the damped cloth behind him. Azrael laughed in a corrosive way, “Oh wow. You knew me?” she was surprised. After all, he’s been living before earth enters the 10th century, so it’s fitting he knew celestials. “Of course.” Sebastián replied in a raspy voice and stood up straight and looks directly at her, “The Angel of Death.”

Epilogue Selena Closing the bedroom door behind us, Angel and I prepared to settle into the comforting embrace of sleep. Our nightly ritual of winding down often turned into moments of reflection and shared thoughts. "Selena," Angel began, a soft smile playing on his lips, "can we talk for a bit? About Heaven." I nodded, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Of course, Angel. What's on your mind?" He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and emotion. "I just wanted to thank you, Selena. For everything you've done for Heaven. She's so happy, and it's all because of you."

“Centuries ago, they were hunted. Slaughtered. Betrayed by those who feared their strength.” My throat tightened. The memories weren’t mine, but I could feel them. The pain. The fear. The blood. Luca exhaled sharply, piecing things together. “But you’re saying Angelina is—” “The last of them.” Elara finished. “At least, the last known one.” Luca’s expression was unreadable. He looked at me, his blue eyes searching mine, as if trying to find the truth for himself. I met his gaze. “I didn’t know. Not until tonight.”

Dogs help in the judgment of souls. "And what is your role, after all?" I asked. "They call me the Angel of Death, Elena," he said, looking totally oblivious to my widening of eyes." I am the last vision a human has before he really dies. I am the one who will arise after a fulminant heart attack and will offer the human death a calm death. The one who will be with open arms to support the bodies of those who fall from high altitudes. The one who will bring comfort to those who die of hunger. The one who will sing a prayer to the desperate and suffering. I am, even after being expelled, the creature that God can use to separate a soul from a human body, and I am also the one who can designat

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.