The Angel Of Death Book Novels & Stories

"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.

She’d just decided to leave when the elevator doors opened, and she watched two men chatting amiably as they walked to their cars. Before she realized she’d made the decision to move she was already heading towards them. She found herself saying “Mr. Denae.” She was absolutely terrified at this moment, but she wouldn’t show that to them. She’d learned a long time ago that showing fear was a weakness she couldn’t afford. Both men turned towards her, the one the furthest away asked “May we help you miss?” She walked slowly towards them stepping into the light so they could see her; she wanted to see what their reaction to her would be. The reaction she received was more than she’d expected. Bo

Amy looked at me and told, "Sam will be your guide and mentor till you become the full angel and get used to Angelina." Amy really has the commanding position in Angelina and she is really a wise princess.I can say that. However, what does she meant by "full angel"? I had a confused expression on my face. Amy sensed my confusion and replied: "When any human dies, god evaluates the person's sins and then send angels or demons to take the person. If the person is sinner then the demon take them in Demonalia Den and the person's soul becomes Demon by going through few tests and if the person is pure heart angel bring their soul to Angelina and the soul has to go through some test in order to be

Angela's POV It had been over a month since I left Los Angeles. When I left that city, I also left behind the life I'd been building as an actress. The hate never really stopped. Every now and then, I'd open my social media, only to find another wave of cruel comments flooding my screen. Somewhere along the way, though, it stopped hurting. Then one morning, a headline froze me in place. Evelyn Found Dead. Ian Bennett Named Prime Suspect.

He had left the brothel where Simeon had met him and they had discussed business and in the kind of the fool, he still believes that he, the Angel Of Death would reside in such a place. A man smoked as he stared at the screen and nodded and then gulped everything in a tumbler before him. He, the Angel Of Death, believes that he was a peddler of truth and that lies only cost people their lives. Less than twelve hours after the Angel had first met Simeon and had watched him talk and talk like he was perfect and now he was standing in a sterile warehouse on the main screen. It showed high-definition clear video that captured every little detail. His dark, observant eyes did not miss anything as

“Whichever. Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth, anyway.” He laughed. “I love how you’re finally remembering who I am. You almost forgot for a while, but now we’re back on track.” He dragged a wooden table closer and sat across from me, our knees nearly touching. His next words angered me. “You’re getting too comfortable, Angel,” he murmured, voice deceptively soft. “And comfort? It’s a dangerous thing.” My stomach turned cold. "What are you saying?" His voice dipped lower. “Dontrell won’t always be around to catch you when you fall. And if I ever see you slipping, I'll be the one to place a nail in your path. So you fall. And die.”

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

Mr Carter said after finding out that, Mr Martin lost everything and partnered with Mr Green who just used him as his right-hand man for all his dirty work. "You know you never win, Mr Carter," Mr Martin said "I know. I never won because as a bad person, failure was my shadow but as a new person, having undergone a complete transformation and coming to know Christ the Lord, failure becomes the darkness that can't battle the light around me," Mr Carter said and Mr Martin frowned. "What bunch of nonsense are you spilling out now?" Mr Martin asked wondering when Mr Carter became religious. "The kind of nonsense that sends criminals like yourself to prison. I paid my price for my crimes a long t