Quiet Place Death Angels Novels & Stories

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"N-No. That's impossible! You're lying! You monster!" Chelsea completely collapsed. Screaming, she lunged at Donald, clawing wildly at his face with her nails. "I'm still so young! I was finally about to finish paying off my debt. My life was just starting! You're sick, and you dragged me down with you. You ruined my life! I'll kill you!" "Hahaha! Kill me? You'll be buried with me!" The two of them struggled violently in the cramped living room. In the chaos, they smashed through the balcony glass door and fell together from the fifth floor.

She was sitting at the coffee table as far from Giancarlo and me as the room could allow, and I could see she was trying her best not to look fazed by what she was seeing. She finished writing down the translation and brought the sheet of paper over. I glanced at it and gave it to Giancarlo, who couldn’t hold back his surprise. “Goodbye, till we meet again?” He looked over at me, wondering if I found it as shocking as he did. “Why would the Angel of Death meet a dead man?” Siren asked aloud, to which I joked, “Well, she is an angel. They should be able to see ghosts.” “Not funny.” Giancarlo reprimanded me.

CAIN I felt the bond sever the moment Shamshiel took his last breath. It felt like my heart had a bitch of a cramp, not like the searing pain when Verity’s was snuffed out. This was quieter, subtle, just like the man himself. Leave it to the damn angel to try to sneak out of this life without me. Anger and rage poured out from my throat, my head angled back at the sky, the spines of Kokabiel’s wings slipping from my hands and slamming onto the ground. It just wasn’t fair, why did he have to die? Why wasn’t it me? I wanted to die, why, why was he taken instead? Hearing my raw screams the angels Shamshiel had left to guard the nest came flying quickly. After all, I was maybe a half mile away a

"Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!" This is unnatural, humans shouldn't be able to see or hear our voices. It's against fate. But, what do I care? I just have to finish my mission as fast as possible and get back to my job. "Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!"

The quiet before death was officially over.

But Raphael tilts his head, barely, and the Throne Angel drifts close enough for me to lean forward and tuck the card between two of the wheel's spokes. I keep my voice low, almost intimate, the way you'd say something meant only for one person. "You have excellent posture, senior. Very sturdy." I slide through the fourth-floor balcony railing before he can process that. Behind me, I hear absolutely nothing for three full seconds. Then Raphael, dry as old parchment, "The Death God has unconventional taste." The Throne Angel makes a sound I have never heard a divine being make before. --- In the morning I find Goblin before class and hand back seventy credits to him.

Alan There is a moment between dying and not dying where everything is perfectly quiet. Not the quiet of sleep, not the quiet of a room with the door shut and the world locked out. Something else entirely. Something so deep and complete that calling it quiet felt wrong, felt like the wrong word for a thing that had no word, because it was not the absence of sound…it was the absence of everything, and it was not terrifying the way I had always imagined it would be. It was a relief.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

After that, she waited outside until the aerospace agency's military jeep came for her. She got in without hesitation. Then she pulled out her phone and uploaded the recording from the night before. When she confronted Rainee, she'd secretly recorded everything. Zach's death had been ruled an accident. The law couldn't punish Rainee or Manuel. But the internet could judge them. It was the last thing she could do for Zach before she left. Then Shiloh threw away her phone. The military jeep drove toward the endless horizon. For the first time in a long time, she felt free.