Overlord Angel Novels & Stories

A rosy-cheeked man in his fifties sat on the leather couch, a tunic draped his frame. “I brought Kaze here, Mr. White.” Hunter nodded at the bodyguards standing by the old man before approaching with respect. It was Angel White, the Angel of Death. Anybody with association to Lilyrose underworld would know his name. Angel was the brains behind Cronus’ rise in the underworld. Two decades ago, Angel’s strategic brilliance drove Cronus to power, challenging Alan’s dominance in the underworld. Ignoring Hunter, Angel fixated his gaze on the TV screen. The video of Kaze knocking Tim over at Hades’ casino played on the screen. Angel replayed the clip over and over again.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

“Her friend. Who are you?” She closed her eyes and the cracks in the earth between us began to close. “Persephone,” she said as she opened her eyes. “And this is Angelica’s mother. You will take us to where you believe they are going,” she said, nodding in the direction Zander had flown. “Persephone, as in, Queen of the Underworld?” I asked in disbelief. “More like the oldest immortal slave of the underworld,” she said as she placed a hand on the shoulder of Angelica’s mother. “Come on, we need to be going before the souls realize their captor is gone.”

I can't lose my angel! *************************

Angela could not do anything to Vlad though because he would never come around when the more powerful angels were in the vicinity and they could never track down his whereabouts. After some time, they entered a state of war but Vlad never stopped loving her. If anything, he worked hard to subtly direct the demons under him away from wherever she was at. In the meantime, Angela used this chance to be as merciless as she wanted. She purged villages that had reports of demons and killed off any bad characters regardless of whether they are human or demon. There were several instances when she was held back by people who claim that her target was human but she would give the excuse that the demo

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

He is not already bad news continues to grow and make all the soul's in fear of him. Olive slowly opened her eyes. She peeked a little from behind Ardina's body. She didn't dare. "I'm sorry Mr. Angel, I'm really scared. And I also don't want to lose the reincarnation time that I've been dreaming of," Olive said making Rail even more angry. "I SAID, OPEN YOUR EYES, NOW!" Rail snapped his voice was so boom and shattered all the school windows. Ardina was worried about Rail's anger. Everything can be ruined if Rail gets angry. "Olive, open your eyes quickly! Don't make the Angel of Death even more angry," Ardina pleaded. Olive is getting more and more frightened by Rail's booming voice.

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.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."