The Angel Of Death Book Novels & Stories

My voice were in whispers now and my throat was slightly tightened. She slowly shook her head at me. "Believe me, honey. You're more than safe with us, with Alexander. I bet you don't even realise that you're a blessing to us, a miracle, an Angel. You're like a bright light that brightens up Alexander's world," she sighed and I gave her a weird look. An angel? A Miracle? A bright light? Me?? I guess not. " I don't understand what you mean by those words."

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

“I was so frightened that I thought it was my time to go. I began to regret all the times I said I wish I were dead. She also warned me about my health. Soon as I awakened I remembered every detail of my out of body experience. My godmother who is a spiritual adviser told me God sent her as a message and warning if I slip back to my old ways I won’t be as lucky this time. I have heard stories about the Angel of Death being confused with the Grim Reaper. In my opinion the Angel of Death works for God as mentioned in the Bible. Who I saw and had a conversation with was a messenger from God in my opinion. I now realize that I don’t want to die anymore and I shouldn’t be so vain. I should apprec

Haven’t gone through the codes book I decided to start tomorrow with the first code “the activation of the angel of death at the cemetery. The book described the angel of death as the wicked angel. The death angel is dumb and deaf. it doesn't have any sympathy for anyone. It operates when the opponent number ranges from thousand upwards. I commanded the astral mirror to wake me up when it is 12 midnight. In my sleep, I heard a loud noise of alarm I woke up and it was exactly 12 midnight. I wore my gown and vanished in the air to the cemetery. I knelt on the material crossed my hand and activated my spiritual eyes as the book has stated.

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.

“A mere human will never have the chance to step in the heaven. Only Angel’s have the right to be there. He asked what should he do. They answered, be an angel. Then you can be here. But to be an angel, you have to turn your back in being a human. Can’t he be both? The angels shook their head. ‘Will you let me see her just for the last time?’ he asked. They didn’t respond. The spirit who help him is the spirit of human. He don’t have the courage to turn his back in being a human. With that, he give up his love. Looking at the sky on where his only love is, he smiled bitterly. He can’t be with her, he can’t be with his one love. Sadly staring at the sky, he heard a sound of an object hitt

Dogs help in the judgment of souls. "And what is your role, after all?" I asked. "They call me the Angel of Death, Elena," he said, looking totally oblivious to my widening of eyes." I am the last vision a human has before he really dies. I am the one who will arise after a fulminant heart attack and will offer the human death a calm death. The one who will be with open arms to support the bodies of those who fall from high altitudes. The one who will bring comfort to those who die of hunger. The one who will sing a prayer to the desperate and suffering. I am, even after being expelled, the creature that God can use to separate a soul from a human body, and I am also the one who can designat

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.