Theory Of A Deadman Angel Novels & Stories

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

The cold metal was wedged between his lips. Making it hard to breathe and to swallow. Slick with his own spit and the taste of the man who held it. His knees ached from kneeling. Joints screaming in protest. But still, he didn't move. Couldn't. Wouldn't. No. ‘Never gonna let go.’ His hands were still touching Angel’s hips. Like a devotee that’s worshipping his God. The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him.

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.

his voice was shaky just as much as his hands were. Adonis raised his hand up and the death angel levitated up into the air, choking and feeling strangled even though no one was holding onto him. "Lo....lord Adonis" he croaked out. Giving his raised up hand a swing, Adonis had the death angel slammed against the wall and his head oozed out red blood. The eyes of all death angels present widened. Death angels only had blue blood. Red blood, warmth, sweat were not things that death angels could feel. Once a death angel feels such, he has done the forbidden... He has fallen in love.

“Angel what happened?” Her face twists into a pained grimace. “It’s Lyza, the pack doctor says she is dead, and that you collapsed when the bond broke,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “No, that’s not possible. If she was dead then I would be dead,” I say affirmatively. Angel cringes a little, shaking her head. “I’m sorry Daerius,” she mutters, and I stand up with a snarl. “My mate is not dead!” I yell, storming out of my room and slamming the door.

Only the glow of the bulb behind him cut through the shadows, revealing his silver coloured hair. The dark angel. Angelo De Angelis. A man knelt before him, trembling and bleeding. Whispering prayers in a language he didn't care to understand. Finally he stood and walked forward, each step deliberate, echoing like judgement. Then he paused, gloved hands tucked behind his back and black coat brushing his boots. Cold blue eyes stared at the man in front of him. No emotion, no hesitation. It was just calm, patient, unblinking and deadly. The man chained to the wall trembled and whimpered. “P-please… I didn't know…I…I didn't —”

I expected it from the others, but him? “I’m known as the Angel of Death. Gunner is a sick twisted person who likes to torture people slowly, for hours, hell, even days. People fear him. Me? I am calm, but as I said, I am known as the Angel of Death. A few are unlucky enough to meet a side of me that slips free. They push, and I break, and I show no mercy. I give up on questions. I give up on everything and just keep hitting and hitting until I can’t anymore. They know, if that happens, they are dead regardless.”

I turned into his chest, burying my face against the fabric of his shirt, breathing him in until Daniel’s scent was nothing but a memory. He pulled me closer, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my spine. I pulled back just enough to look up at him. To find his dark eyes. They were watching me now with an intensity that bordered on obsession. “He was there,” I whispered, my lower lip trembling despite my best efforts to control it. “He said—he said he was coming back—” “He’s not coming back.” Daddy’s arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest. His voice was fierce. Absolute. Leaving no room for doubt. “He’s dead, Angel. I killed him myse

Cole said. “That is not the plan. I plan to let them burn with this shit hole,” Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel took his time to think about that piece of information. ‘Death serum, huh?’ Angel thought perhaps that would be a nice addition to his plans. He nodded in agreement.

"Miles, you should probably go back to your room. You know you passed out days ago from excessive alcohol intake, and you don't look too good. I've relieved you from the stress of pack duties for the meantime. You need to rest and get back on your feet. I'll handle it on my own." Motionless and frozen near the window, teeth gritting. Dane's gaze was palpable throughout, an expectation for words to break the silence. Yet, there was only the weight of unspoken thoughts, too heavy and frightening to be voiced. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Angel... I think Angel is dead. I think someone must have killed her," I said, my voice low, not hiding the fear in it. Dane was by my side in seconds as