Naruto Angel Of Death Novels & Stories

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

"I was going to make you my pathetic slave for people of all kingdoms to see, but you have insulted my mercy. Now I will sow death in your blood." The dark angel raises his hand and his fingers strangely starts to lengthen. The skin of his hand turns dark and the lengthening fingers bony. I jump in front of my beautiful mate before the hand of death reaches him.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

' Angel's calm voice resounds in my head, silencing Demon and making a calm feeling surge through my body. I have no idea how she did it, but with just a word Demon becomes a putty in her hand. Also, since she is Queen, her emotions affect the clan a lot. We all felt when she is on edge, angry or upset. Thankfully she knows how to block her mind from the clan. I do not even want to think about them feeling my mate's emotions while we are in the bedroom. That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few weeks ago, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. "Deads – human forms, clan – vampire, since you are more accust

(DEATH IN A STANCE) “YOU will be your words living reaper, as you need to heed in every request that I will pass unto you. Fulfill your world’s role as the angel of death and eliminate the demons that are feeding unto every human’s soul. Hold the touch of flame blue, where it will be your identity as Satan’s son, but the very epitome of your world’s justice. Tell no one, keep your fair distance and hide your very identity. Find the one and collect the other eleven as I need you all into that world. Take it or leave it, this is my deal and your contract to sign, Flame Holder, Leo’s gatekeeper, Death Reaper, Arius.”

Cole grumbled at Suzan. “We are only letting off some steam.” “I’ll give you letting off some steam!” Suzan snarled back at him and even without looking, Angel knew that her eyes would likely have flashed a bright silver, threatening to shift, threatening to become the beautifully sleek black wolf she had been gifted with when she had come of age. Suzen was lucky, all the Aplha pack were, and many of their pack besides. Practically all were beautiful or otherwise naturally gifted, everyone but Angel, who was seen only as the traitor’s daughter.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

As I broke down, I choked out, “Give her body back to me…” “We can negotiate as long as you stay calm. I don’t want a war with you.” After that, Vincenzo hung up. I stared blankly at my phone. Suddenly, I lost control and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into pieces. I held my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair as I collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Leonardo rushed forward and pulled me up. “Don’t believe him, Don Medici!” Leonardo’s eyes were red. “Ms. Rachel wouldn’t die so easily!”

Arius questioned. "Not permanently," Nero explained. "We just need you to kill the angel…before he kills us." Arius hesitated a bit before nodding. He stood up, looking down at Nero. "I'll go. Open the gate." "You got it," said Nero cheerfully. He slowly got to his feet and flexed his wings a bit. His eyes closed, and his body started glowing a soft red. In the sky above them appeared the gate, swirling in the cover of the white clouds.