Names For Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

"Azrael... His name is Azrael," "Azrael?" Maze walks in front of me and observes my face with wide, curious eyes. "So he is an angel then?" I stare at her. "How do you know that?!" Maze shrugs. "Everyone knows Azrael is the angel of death, which is kinda suiting because everyone knows what will happen if you fall in love with an angel," Anxiety washes over me. "That's why I'm trying to forget about the guy," Maze grins in her cheerful way. "Azrael is known for being a player; my mother talked about him the other day, complaining she is losing workers to the parasite. He lives in a castle down south, and apparently, he is hiring maids,"

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

Legend had it that the first three angels who were cast down as demons were actually brothers and in other to punish them even more they were cast away in separate lands, far away from each other. The firstborn landed in a land filled with nothing but rot and death everywhere which got its name as the ‘Deadman land’. This land birthed the deadmen who were known for their corroding energy and deathlessness. A land of zombies, vampires, witches, and other creatures of the night.

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

"If you think I am just telling lies, then go. But if you really need my help, I will gladly give it all to you. Just say my name, it's Steven." Steven, huh. "And I will call you Angel, because you look like one and I know you will not tell me your name. It was nice to meet you Angel." I would gladly accept to be your angel of death. Not now, but soon. "Shut up, dumbass."

I didn't know how Airen would feel about my nickname or the reputation that earned me that nickname. "It's just a little nickname I picked up. In Europe and South America, I just go by Angele de Mureto." I explained, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with it. Airen looked at me with wide eyes. "And whyyyyy exactly are you called The Angel of Death?"

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

"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 other one, is he your colleague?" "If you're talking about an angel who saved you earlier with me. He is the Angel of Death, Reaper as humans used to call him." Lucian said "Angel of Death? You mean he is death?" Elize asked Lucian laughed. "Nope. He is an angel. Their job is to gather the souls of those who died. You have noticed that he is a bit rude to you because you almost killed yourself earlier." "And? What's wrong with that? It is his job to collect my soul whenever necessary." Elize said