روايات وقصص ضمن Zack Angel Of Death

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. ******

Jack said, leaning his body against the head of the sofa to relax his body. Jackson Ludwight, often called Jack with Zean Lorenzo, is looking for the BOSS or leader of The Devil Organization. The BOSS, like family to them, has disappeared without a trace. And this is the first time in history that a person with the nickname 'Angel of Death,' the leader of The Devil, lost in a battle that resulted in his missing until now. Zean, leaning back casually, heard Jack's words and suddenly got up from his position and looked at Jack for clarity. "What do you mean, Jack? Miss has been found? Where?". Zean asked without pause.

Dark said seriously. Aza chuckled. "In truth, it's exciting to play with both of you. Two of the most successful angels of our generation. There are three of us, you know, as a fallen angel, I am the one who can offend angels and humans. Just like now, an angel of death is offended with me." Dark wasn't saying anything. He was just looking at the other house. How many times has he seen East there? "You know, they will hide Gavin Elizalde there?" said Aza, smiling.

“You have a daughter of your own. You should really be burned alive.” “Who are you?” he repeated. “Do you really want to know?” I mocked him and he nodded. I reached into my back pocket producing a gun. “I am Azaziel, the angel of death.” He was about to make a movement but I beat him to it. I shot him in close range. His blood splattered everywhere, even to my face. I licked the ones near my lips, savoring the tangy taste. He was still writhing on the floor and I made another shot. Finally, he stopped spasming.

I swiftly grabbed my silver knives from my boots and dug it into his back , slicing through his skin and pulling it out swiftly and he fell to his knees ‘’You think a little bit of wolves bane and silver will end me , I’m an original wolf you bitch ‘’ Rox cursed out as he struggled to get up with the help of the table in the office I chuckled and punched him in the face saying ‘’ believe me you’d wish it was the wolves bane and silver that killed you ‘’ With that I grabbed his hair and dragged him out to the balcony ‘’Who are you .... what are you ? I can’t even catch your scent. You don’t even have an aura ‘’ Rox asked trying his best to stay on his feet I laughed reaching for the syringe i

“Jensen’s dead.” “What?” It seemed as though the devil didn’t have an unlimited number of lives after all, and even though she had no clue what had happened to that sick, twisted fuck, she was all ready to buy a drink for the person who blew him off the face of the earth. Two drinks if he or she dispatched Jensen with maximum pain and humiliation. “What happened?" “Ace Cuddy.” Zoe blinked, trying to keep up. “Ace Cuddy? From – from The Fallen Angels, Ace Cuddy?”

“Accidents happen a lot around here. Especially to people who don’t know when to shut up.” Zack glared, but he didn’t say another word. He just grabbed the redhead’s hand and stormed out, dripping wet and humiliated. The moment he disappeared through the door, a slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. Spider walked past me, shaking his head with a chuckle. “You’re catching up fast, Angel. Street life looks good on you.” “Guess I learn quick,” I said, still smiling, still high on adrenaline. He winked. “Keep that fire, but don’t burn yourself with it.”

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

“You know what I hate the most? Humans with foul mouths.” Human? Did he just call me a human? What the hell was happening? How the fuck did I wake up in the middle of the streets? Without any injury. Vehicles were passing through me like… like I was invisible. Then there's this guy. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as a death angel. My fucking death angel. I don’t even know what a death angel is! “A death angel. Angels who are assigned to collect souls and bring them to after life. And what is after life? It's either heaven or hell,” he answered me.