Tormented Andariel Novels & Stories

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

Ted reached the stereo and turned the volume down making the girls glare daggers at him. "Can't you see we were dancing?" Ally asked and flipped her hair in a Diva way. "We were dancing" Angel pouted and leant against Ally for support. The boys, Rachel and myself weren't drunk. Well, Ted was becoming a little bit tipsy and I was pretty sure that the guys were going to get drunk soon. I watched Angel pout, sticking her lower lip out making her look totally adorable and I clenched my jaw as my thought drifted to whatever happen in the kitchen.

" I condemn him for seven lives of suffering. One for each kingdom. One for each reincarnation. My name is Arianna, I am the queen of hell, and I condemn you, a human sinner, for all your crimes against your own race. Your soul is mine, until the day I die. Until the day I get tired. Your soul is mine to torture perpetually. When I released the man, his body hovered for a moment in the air, until the soul went astray, as I had already done in the past. When my hatred made me rid human bodies of the possession of demons. Now I had exceeded a limit. A limit that only the archangels of the Creator were allowed to overcome, and the rain that fell was stronger than I have ever seen in my entire l

Angandriel hooked an arm under my torso to help support my weight. "Fly," I cursed. "I can't. Something's weighing me down." "Shit," I grumbled. I leaned on him heavily as I pushed onward. We reached the second pedestal. Angandriel went to grab the last few pieces of the handle, but quickly pulled his hand back. "What?" "It zapped me." I couldn't help but scoff. "Really?" He nodded gravely. "I guess I really can't interfere."

Both of them were pacing out as if they were in trauma. Pocco and Sheira heard what happened tomorrow after and they hurriedly visited them in the hospital but they were not speaking, they were both silent and still looked like in trauma. They didn't want to speak with anyone yet. So they remained silent as they were enduring the pain of losing Zanea and Blake. "Evangeline," Pocco whispered when he saw her, looking exhausted and was suffering in total misery. ***** "Archangel, the grim reaper said they will collect Zanea's soul, and the vampire is dead," a grim reaper reported.

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."