The Angel Of Death Book Novels & Stories

“Who are you, and how did you get in here?” Sister Melisa asked coldly. “The answer to your prayers.” The man said, ignoring the question. “I’m Azrael. I wish to observe this, Blake Elon, for the time being before we commence on anything that may attract too much attention to ourselves,” Azrael said, indifferent to the three people in the room. “Like the archangel Azrael, the angel of death.” Father Ding commented, thinking of the biblical text.

I swiftly grabbed my silver knives from my boots and dug it into his back , slicing through his skin and pulling it out swiftly and he fell to his knees ‘’You think a little bit of wolves bane and silver will end me , I’m an original wolf you bitch ‘’ Rox cursed out as he struggled to get up with the help of the table in the office I chuckled and punched him in the face saying ‘’ believe me you’d wish it was the wolves bane and silver that killed you ‘’ With that I grabbed his hair and dragged him out to the balcony ‘’Who are you .... what are you ? I can’t even catch your scent. You don’t even have an aura ‘’ Rox asked trying his best to stay on his feet I laughed reaching for the syringe i

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

It took the perfect one then 10 years before he finally woke up. It is not that angels can’t be seen by human, but when the supreme one want one of his little one to see an angel, he would have already prepare the little one for it or would have taken something away from the angel he wanted the little one to see( am not going to tell you all what the thing is, I can’t reveal all the heaven’s secrets to you mere humans, so forgive me for that ) ( I would like to call the thing X ) This thing that was removed from angel will make their power less effective and they can be easily overcome by demons or strong human.

It was I who accompanied the angel of death on his quest to bring down those who were first and elevate those who were last# #I am Neves#

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

“It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but then he was cast down, like Lucifer himself, and now he resides in the pits of Hell, still overseeing The Book of the Dead as the Archangel of Death.” Ru stopped and considered what she’d just read. It all seemed silly to her. How could anyone even know who the angels were and which ones had been cast down from Heaven—if any of that were even true? “The demons are all just fallen angels,” she continued to read aloud, as if Piper were at all interested in what she had to say. “Whether or not our depictions of them are true is impossible to say.” You’ve got that right, she thought to herself.

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

She looked into the book and then at him 'Just like Lucus did it' She held the book firmly and took a deep breath as the 'death' mark appeared on her face. "Rise up, it's time to go." She said and the man's soul got up from his body. He looked at Vivian "We will go now..." 'Ugh! I'm horrible at this. And Lucus just does it so naturally!' "Who are you?" He asked. "I am Vivian, the Angel of Death. I'm here to guide your soul" "Guide my soul? What does that mean?" "I don't know either. I'm new at this." Vivian laughed nervously.