Quiet Place Death Angels Novels & Stories

"Hahaha! My revenge is finally at hand! Make me an angel!" Quickstep said to the system. He don't know if a devil or death would be stronger than an angel. But he was not going to be looking like those ugly existences. The angel on the screen was an epitome of beauty. The other two was a direct opposite. Just looking at them scares the hell out of Quickstep. Who would want to come near him or even talk to him if he uses those forms? No one. Who would want to be avoided by everyone? Definitely, not Quickstep.

“Don’t worry, Mira. I’ll be gentle.” “When the eclipse is here—” he paused, staring at the sky. Mira followed the direction he was looking. Unfortunately, the sun was getting overshadowed. “—then we would have fun,” He finished his sentence. Loud stomps began to echo into the clearing as the ground rumbled by each step. Mira looked to her right and watched the Knights of Death hitting the end of their spears to the ground as a sign of celebration. The Angel of Death smiled, leaving her side to stand before his knights. She didn’t expect his army to grow this large amount. Considering the number of people they had killed, of course, it would grow this large. Mira closed her eyes and prayed—wi

He felt it was taking something from him. “Jack! Tim! You need to leave this place!” he cried. But they sat hurdled together without any indication that they had heard him. “Come on! Leave or he will kill you! He’s a mad man, the demon himself!” Still, there was no indication that they could hear him. He sat on the ground this time, dejected. Outside, the darkness slowly settled over the city, blurring out the light. **

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

Suddenly, there’s nothing more I want than my bed and quiet. “I’m only gonna say this once Nina fucking Mitchell. You are hereby banned from the Flying Death territory. I will put out shoot on sight orders if anyone sees you. There isn’t now, nor will there ever be a reason for you to contact me, your mother or my pack. I’m sparing your life and I don’t know why. Do the right thing and get your shit together for once, this is your rock bottom for real,” I say, and turn to walk away. She doesn’t call after me, she doesn’t say a word.

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

Howls could be heard from the very back of the house and it was deafening. The moon cast a white haze on the grass below, giving the deathbed an ethereal glow. “Devina, the twins are mine!” Angel growled lowly to me, unsheathing his dagger. “Don't worry, you can have them. I want Baekalis all to myself anyway.” “Doesn't Nightshade want to be the one to kill her?” Denzel questioned, using his eyes to search for Nightshade, who was some distance ahead of us. “Fuck him.”

All to have the throne and feed the sin that is long been drowning the entire world within it. “Happy birthday, Clay.” With the song that ended and where his smile is the greatest surprise and the wish that she hopes and that was fulfilled. She greeted them once more and where he replied. “Thank you, Rain.” Ending with that tone and very warmth of them in sync and same beating heart and feelings for each other. The Angel of death tightly holds on unto its scythe as it raises it and strikes with its princess shadow that falls unto the ground with the headless face in return.

********* Two days later. Cara's POV I am feeling everything at once, but in the same time, nothing at all. My inside feels heavy yet light. I am cold, I am so cold. I can feel myself breathing, I feel the air push in and out of my lungs, I can feel my heart beating, pumping against my rib cage. I am alive, I know that I am alive but a part of me dies as they lower the casket into the ground. The coffin is dark stained cherry and it is perfectly polished. It has a cushioned and a silky lining. I want to touch it, will they let me touch it? I want to open it and see him one last time, would they let me do that?

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.