Romans & histoires Zack Angels Of Death

/ 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.

But through it all, there was only one light which had been taken away from him in a blink. Zac didn’t know what was coming for him. He may have taken his sweetheart away, but he was coming for her. He may have been a monster. A killer. Heartless. Ruthless. But what was worse for zac was that he was Angelina's monster. He wouldn’t stop until he had delivered all their

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

he stammered. "That's a lie," Josiah interjected. "You opened fire on us." Zack drew his gun and aimed it at Josiah. "Shut the fuck up! Who do you think you are?" he shouted. "Angelo, please calm your brother down," I urged. "We don't need this situation to escalate any further." Angelo shot him an angry glare, and Zack lowered his gun. "What has happened has happened, and two of my men are dead. Someone has to take responsibility," Angelo asserted, his bloodshot eyes piercing into mine.

stated the angry man. “I’m Azrael, the Angel of Death.” He glanced at the man, who was his mortal partner. “I was assigned to track down what’s going on in Spokane. My wife and I were given permission to marry, not that long ago. I oversaw her training to track down demons and kill them.” He saw that Hank had gotten pale. “But as I was training her, events have changed to where I had to pick up the slack of hunting.” He glared at the demon on the ground. “What else is your bosses up too?”

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Mason's POV: "ANGEL!" My blood ran cold as I rushed towards her lifeless body. Cradling her head in my lap, I took in her unconscious form, panic setting in my bones, as I watched her lie there, unresponsive. "Angel!" I called out again, in hopes of seeing her open her beautiful eyes. Holding her face in my hand, I gave her cheek a slight tap only to find out her face was flushed and hot to the touch. I realized she had a high fever.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.