Naruto Angel Of Death Novels & Stories

His love, the girl whom he loved more than anything in this world is no more, yet not even a single tear left his eyes. Even though he's calm there's something about him which made me realize that he's not mourning for her death but fuming with rage. His red eyes flared with hidden rage against someone, someone who caused her death. His clenched jaw, red eyes, veins popping out of his neck, and his irregular breathing depicts how cruel death he would be planning for the culprit who murdered his girlfriend aka my best friend.

Everyone inside the hall thought I don’t stand a chance against him, ” the immature one against fierce Lucien, it’s already a lost fight ” I heard someone spoke among the angels, but I didn’t do as if I heard it. ” Lucien, step forward ” the supreme one commanded and brother Lucien stood up walking towards me ” you’ll spar with Benmanna and the winner will be the guardian angel ” the supreme one said which forced a smile out of brother Lucien lip. I was smiling deep inside me too because I was sure of myself, no one knows the hidden power I’ve inside of me, When I was made neutral and immune to the code guarding the angels of being a participant in a post, mother creator bestowed on me the a

However, Stefano doubted that Alpha could keep his calm if he answered every question. “If you’re powerful enough to resurrect someone, sure, you are powerful enough to kill the Angel of Death,” Cohen continued. Cohen didn’t like it at all. He didn’t like knowing that Mira’s risk was at stake again. He thought after the war with Damien; things would be better. Cohen was wrong. Mira’s issue with Damien was just the tip of an iceberg. “There is no blade in this world that could kill the Angel of Death. The only thing that could kill him is his own scythe, but the power it has—only two people could wield it. Mira is one of the two people.” Stefano explained.

She questioned. "I made a deal with the devil for immortality. Nothing on earth can kill me. Not even if you rip my heart out. Which for by the way, doesn't beat. In exchange I had to be his Angel of Death. Do you know what that means?" I question rhetorically. "It means I hear the screams and plea of all the souls suffering in hell. You can imagine how that feels. And when someone dies a symbol is magical carved on my flesh. It's only visible After dark."

It's been one day since the Deathwing Angel egg began to hatch. The remaining time until it hatched was about 89 days. I had already accepted the fact that I would have to wait three months before seeing my little angel. Rage had swept the city in a day, challenging Nero, Solan, and Dray. I've heard that after a hard-fought victory over Nero, he ran into Solan and was thrown into an endless illusion. No fewer than one hundred of his bones were broken during the battle with Dray, and his head was beginning to turn purple. Since Rage is my summon and immortal, he should be regarded as lucky. Otherwise, he would have already undergone a reincarnation cycle.

Blood coats my knuckles, the sight of it almost as sobering as the feel of his bones breaking beneath my fists. And then, in one final act, driven by the deep-seated anger, I reach into Cezar’s chest, my claws sinking deep, and with a ruthless tug, I pull out his heart. The blood rushes to my head as I watch the life leaving his eyes, but I still feel hungry for vengeance. I listen as Orion swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Nero... what did you see?”

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​

“You didn’t. You didn’t.” Nero’s mouth twitched, impressed but not broken. “Wow. You’re stronger than I thought. Still won’t save you.” Alessio’s gun snapped up. “Try me.” But Nero didn’t run. He just smiled and backed toward a trapdoor. Again. “You can kill me now,” Nero hummed. “Or you can come find out where the next angel is.” Alessio’s jaw clenched. “You’re bluffing.” Nero’s grin widened. “There’s another one. Coded to Noa. A girl this time. Pretty thing. She’s already on her way to one of your safehouses.”

she spit, but I could see the chinks in her armor. “I am not nothing,” I replied, my voice steady. “I am their Luna, whether you like it or not. I may have been stripped of my title, but I am reclaiming it today! Together, we will rise against those who wish to see us broken.” With every word, I could feel the power of Angel flowing into me, taking me forward. Our bond, stronger than ever, told me that I had the wolf's spirit behind me. It was now time for the world to see that I was nobody's fool.

But before they could do or say anything, the sound of two gunshots echoed through the air, leaving two young children behind as newly orphans with their little hearts horrified and shattered in pieces as they watched as their parents were shot to death and then set on fire! As the driver got back into the car again, they slowly drove off, away from the gruesome scene and it was then and there, little did Alessandro know, that the ¨Angel della Morte¨ ( The Angel of death) was born! swearing on the heads of his parents to avenge their cold blooded murder and that he would do anything to protect his little sister!