The Angel Of Death Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

"Wake me up later if you want to sleep. I'll help you move you to the bed." Angel nodded, then she moved her wheelchair back to the table. Her fingers began to type on the laptop keyboard nimbly. Angel wanted to finish this book as soon as possible no matter what. At least before she died, she wanted to bring out another book. The thought that this would be her last book made Angel even more determined that everything she wrote had to be perfect.

Eléonor came out of her hiding spot and directly walked over to the minivan that was waiting for her. She turned behind to look at the garden, and it was just as it was: bloody and filled with countless dead bodies. ***** "I feel a shiver running down my spine as I watch this." Saturn mumbled, and Angelo took a heavy drag from his cigar, and then he puffed out smoke. "She's way too dangerous," Saturn added, but he ignored him. "She's despicable just like you—cruel, brutal, and ruthless. What was that? For a moment, I was wondering how the hell everything changed.

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

I say and look down at my book, “Never mind that. I forgive you. I want to get my heart cleaned up before I die.” “You’re gonna die?” Her eyes widen as she leans forward. “Maybe? Angel Writes has something cooking up in her brain. The way her eyes glimmered said it all. I am 50% sure it involves death. Who knows if she is the one who added this word option or it’s just me.” “Okay, I admit that I listened to your conversation with her but I barely understood somethings,” She points out. “I see, maybe your brother can explain it to you. Yeah, he can,” My voice fills with sarcasm as I speak, “Why don’t you go ask him.”

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

And since killing any living creature was forbidden to Angels, the punishment would be their life. Although they were vampires and they only execute them to save humans, they had nothing to do, whether they like it or not, it’s like a curse in their blood. If an angel kills a living creature, they will soon go weaker and weaker each day, until they lose their breath, and no cure could save an angel from their death, NO CURE at all.

"Angel, what is this pale vampire talking about?" I asked with a confused tone. "It's true. I can't lie to you." Angel replied with his head down trying to avoid my gaze. That's another sudden realization after a few years of thinking that Angel is a demon. But he just told me that he's an angel earlier. I guess he's telling the truth. He is indeed an angel...An angel of death! "So it means that you're with me because I'm already dead?" I asked in a panicked voice.