Requiem For Angels Novels & Stories

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"

The triad of angels governed from behind the wooden podium bench in their assigned choirs, conversing and giving me the evil eye as I paid no attention to them, fancied by the stone golems they'd turned into guardians. The angels conferred amongst themselves for what seemed like an eternity before finally delivering their opening argument. "You have been charged with many crimes, the major crime being that you defied God and led a war against him, endangering humans and breaking the heavenly rules. You are also charged with 100 counts of murder, 1 count of kidnapping, 20 counts of unsolicited visiting to the human world, & 5 counts of Blasphemy. How do you plead?"

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

he said guiltily. With teary eyes, I hugged him. "I thought I lost my best friend," I whispered sobbing into his shoulder. He hugged me back tightly, "I'm never letting you go." My door opened and Theodore walked in, "Andrea would you like some-" He stopped in his tracks seeing mine and Xavier's position. Xavier and I looked at him like he had grown another head. "Would you at least knock?" Xavier said to his brother voicing out my thoughts.

He tried to get the words out. The truth dawned on the women. "Dios del mayo tiene misericordia," Marguerite softly intoned while rocking Angel in her arms. May God have mercy...she said in English and then again in Spanish while tears flowed down her cheeks. Monroe was a son to her. Angel's head shook back and forth before she closed her eyes and lay still within the older woman's embrace. Zach walked to the bed and took Angel's cool hand in his, but she didn't open her eyes. He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed the back of the delicate skin, breathing in her scent, needing her touch. She offered no resistance and showed no outward sign that she knew he was there.