Why Is Angel Dust In Hell Novels & Stories

“Ah, that I am certain is none other than Salvia Divinorum. It’s another well-known hallucinogen. When taken, even in the smallest doses, it can cause its victims to experience vivid images all while making them easily susceptible to hypnosis.” “But why use the Destroying Angel?” Cheryl questioned. “My guess is because of its naturally lethal nature. You would only need a little of it to break down the body’s defenses and make it more susceptible to the effects of the Salvia Divinorum,” Brooke acknowledged. “But why on earth would someone create such a nasty hybrid?” Angie asked. “If I had to make an educated guess, I would say that their main goal is to enslave a person’s mind by first brea

"You want your Angel to be free and your brother to get treatment, right?" I nodded my head vigorously. I want it very desperately. "Then beg me" he pulled me ahead with my right arm "On your knees" My eyes became wide and I shook my head lightly. "As you wish" one corner of his lip turned slightly upward in a sinister manner. "BUI... BUI..." Angel started screaming louder all of a sudden. I turned around and my jaw dropped in horror. A wild crab was crawling beside her. She was trying very hard to wriggle back but the rope with which she was tied stopped her from doing that.

Defiance "Do you want me to go?" Faith said to Angel. Angel took her hand and held it. "No" she didn't want to be alone especially since she had been thinking of her past lately and couldn't seem to stop. The rain always made her mood damp and her thoughts clustered. The constant thought of death also scared her, she was depressed and dangerously close to losing her mind. They both sat silent for a long time each lost in their thought, Faith poured herself some drink.

(- - -) indicates a flashback ~Nyxie~ I wandered the castle of Hell, adjusting to my new life. Who would have imagined that a half angel would end up being Princess of Hell? It seemed as though just yesterday I was an angel in Astrania's army. 'From serving the Goddess of Heaven to being Princess of Hell. I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused.

Rather than fearing for her own life, she feared for his. A taxi, speeding past the heavy drops of rain honked at Lucius. He had his arms spread wide open. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to face the angry heavens. Ironic. He mentally scoffed. It seemed a Devil is asking for the heavens above to take his life and ask for forgiveness. He wouldn't do that. The Angels, especially God himself were and still are not in good terms with him. He hated their annoying trumpet sounds, their smiles, and their colorful, cloudy lands. Plus, the gates, why would they have a heavenly, golden gate? His kingdom never has one.

Please leave" angel said and tried to lose my grip on that b**** neck. "No angel, leave me. She has to die today. How dare she insults you in front of my eyes? No one will insult my wife! Understand? You are my angel!" I shouted and increased pressure on that b**** neck. Her eyes rolled back due to lack of breath. "Akash if you don't leave Sanaya, then I will kill myself !!" Angel shouted. Her words got my attention, and I immediately left that b****. She collapsed on the floor and coughing vigorously trying to get some air.

He hopped into his bed, taking deep, slow breaths and prayed for sleep to envelope him but he knew sleep wasn't ready to grace his eyes yet and he cursed himself for feeling this high over a woman that probably wasn't even thinking about him in the same way. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him and he sat up sharply. No, no no, no, no, he was the biggest fool of the century. How could he? How could he have forgotten that Ronald Daniels was probably still at the party. What if his angel had returned and Ronald found her alone? He tried not to think about it but it was impossible. The girl was messing with his head. He couldn't allow Ronald get close to her and he wouldn't allow it. Not jus

My lo- I stopped there and opened my eyes. All I could see was a blurry world around me. It was not because of rage. But the despair that followed. My jaw clenched as did my fists. My head was pushed back on the headrest of my chair. Angel lied to me. She hid the truth from me. She hid the fact that she could be killed that night. And that terrified me. All the possibilities of that night, scared me. All that could ever happen. What if someone hurt my Angel badly? What if they accidentally shot her! What if they kil-NO!

My Angelique... My woman. She danced into my life. No care, no agenda. She took my heart completely in her palms just by being herself. No hidden plans of a grand heist, just Angelique being Angelique. Angelique Malone snuck into my life, slipped under my skin and right into my heart. Little did I know that danger and death tagged along with her, following in her innocent wake. She was a dream. A dream I had formulated over years of prayers and thoughts. The girl my mind created whenever I dreamt of love. She was ecstasy. She was meth. She was a drug, and O was her loyal junkie.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus