Theory Of A Deadman Angel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It burns through the void, turning the ink into fire. No. I’m not weak. I’m not nothing. I feel a sharp and intrusive pain, cracking my chest open. They’re taking the machine out, cutting away the failure. I will not die. I can’t, not until I’ve made Ryan and everyone else pay. I scream into the void. "I will kill you! Ryan! I will fucking destroy you!" Then, the darkness shatters. A Beep. Silence. "Come on," a voice whispers. It is the man’s voice. The Angel of Death.

The place smelled of alcohol and desperation, and I didn't dare ask who these people were. "What is this place? And what did you tell him?" I whispered to Amber, as the bartender led us ahead, showing the way. "I simply said I wanted to see one of the Archangels. The one we seek is Lucifer. He's known as the Angel of Death. They say he's never failed a job, but I've heard he's quite expensive. But we need the best if we're going to find Tyler before the Alpha King gets his hands on him!" Amber muttered seriously.

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

"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.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

On Nisemono's face you'd see hunger for victory and on Tenshi was anger towards the winged enemy. They both backed away for a second and then back at coming at each other. They were fast, like they'd been using teleportation to attack but the other would dodge or meet the other's dagger. The sound of their weapon colliding was music to the old man. He finally opened his eyes to see how in sync the Angel of Death's chosen ones were. Speaking of chosen ones, he gaze at the room where Amrak was, an evil grin then displayed his face.