Who Was The Angel Of Death Novels & Stories

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Annoying him was equivalent to their own deaths. As angels of death, they were all immortals but he could eliminate them with just the tap of his finger and he never seemed to hesitate to do so when it was needed. Their heads were all bowed as no one dared to look into the eyes of the King of Death. "Lord Adonis. We do wonder what the cause of your visit to the world is" his second in command spoke, trying hard to ensure that his voice was not too soft and yet not too harsh. "There is someone I must take myself. A little angel who I have to take away myself" he breathed out, his lips barely opening as his deep voice coursed out his words.

Prince Xander lifted his face and looked at Tristan who was lying down. "Angel of death, I want to ask you. Why have you come to fetch the soul of this lying man?" The prince asked the grim reaper who was still bowing before him. "His soul is already weak and can no longer save his body. I have come to help hasten his death so that he does not suffer anymore," replied the grim reaper. "The angel of death, did he tell you that he wanted to die soon? Or did he ask you to hasten his death?" Prince Xander asked. "God of life, I'm just a servant who was ordered by the god of death to do this. No one can change his decision except you, god of life," replied the angel of death. "But I am not the go

Easton’s POV It was all making sense to me now, why the Angel of Death, was placing himself between my mate and I, and why he had been kneeling before her, as he too believed that she was of Goddess’s blood, but not just any Goddess, but his Goddess. With this revelation, it also made me realize that the Angel of Death, was a fallen Angel from my own Goddess, and all the horrific stories that I had heard of him, had to been made up stories to keep the demons away from him and his lands.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

That day when Beth died in Rome, Angel had decided to finish his studies in America. He’d told Tony, ‘If I were to stand beside you, I have to be something too. What would people say about me if I’m an undergraduate medical student? They’ll think I’m only after your power, or even your money.’ Then he looked Tony in the eye: ‘Besides, who would treat you, patch you up when you’re doing your thing? I don't want another doctor having their hands on you.’ That last part was what fooled Tony into letting Angel do what he wanted.

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.”

“What’s so bad about her? She looks sweet.” “...Looks can be deceiving,” Felix replied, still refusing to take her eyes off the girl. “Especially when they belong to someone who’s meant to be dead.” And I froze next to her, unsure if I’d just heard her right. “What…?” “‘The Angel of Death’, is what they call her,” she continued. “She died at sixteen. Buried, funeral, crying, the whole ordeal. I heard it was a rogue that killed her, the Silver Saintess being the one to find her body.”

She questioned. "I made a deal with the devil for immortality. Nothing on earth can kill me. Not even if you rip my heart out. Which for by the way, doesn't beat. In exchange I had to be his Angel of Death. Do you know what that means?" I question rhetorically. "It means I hear the screams and plea of all the souls suffering in hell. You can imagine how that feels. And when someone dies a symbol is magical carved on my flesh. It's only visible After dark."

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!