Romans & histoires Who Was The Angel Of Death

The smoke and rubbles covered him entirely as he witnessed the mangled bodies of his friends around him. Their feeling of pain and unwillingness was very evident in the gory remains of their countenance. Death has come unaware one evening and it surprised them all in a night that he would never ever forget. And it was because of a single woman. Fade, the Angel of Death. Master Simon cursed the woman in his mind.

- I say “He was horrible to me, you were just defending me” - Mel says and I shake my head. I had years of therapy because of my anger outbursts, that is one of the reasons I don’t want to get involved with the mafia side of the family. Once I start its impossible for me to stop. Gabe is always the one that makes me stop before I kill the person. He knows that it will destroy me if I kill anyone like that. I just can’t help myself. It feels like I am being possessed by s demon and all I see is red and I need to knock that person down. I couldn’t let Samuel say all those things about Elisabeth.

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.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

His body shook, and he could not believe that the man who had taken on the responsibility of raising him was now dead. He took his uncle's cold hand in his and caressed it gently. The old man had been murdered; someone had conspired to kill his uncle. The more he thought about it, the deeper it penetrated his heart. “I’ll make them pay Mr. Gonzalez,” he said then paused, “I’ll make them pay for killing you. I'll make sure I spare no one.” Before he could finish making that promise, the door opened and Marcello landed on the floor where he had been tossed.

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.