Zack Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

Zachary said before turning to enter his car,missing the look of viciousness and hatred in Jason's eyes,he just drove away. As soon as Zachary drove away,Jason took out his phone and dialed a number. "He's gone, Go ahead" He said before hanging up with a victorious smile on his face. Meanwhile,Angel saw her parents and brother in her sleep. "Mom? Dad? Brother?" She called out in disbelief, Aren't they supposed to be dead?Why am I seeing them? Angel wondered if she was dreaming. But she called to no avail; they just stood there smiling at her from afar.

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.

“We're under attack.” “Put Plan B into action and position your army accordingly. My brother doesn't know about our alliance, which can catch them off guard. Also, they are dead people under someone’s control,” I explained, because my brother doesn’t have the dark Selene skill, and I was sure of it. “What are you talking about?” “Night Angels mean death brought back to life in lycan scriptures, and we are fighting puppets with immense power of darkness.” “Shit, I'll alert my army about the enemies we’re up against,” Kayden replied. I disconnected the call and mind-linked my soldiers as well. Then, I ran toward the pack borders.

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

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.”

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

Although the crow was perched on his left shoulder, I just chose to focus my attention on this man, especially on his slight chuckle at what I said. "But you are not a servant of this household. You are my official ghostwriter. Therefore, you, Miss Naenia Lovercraft, are my personal property. So call me your Lord." "Eww," I responded without hesitation. I did not even bother to hide how I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. But instead of being mad, he just chuckled and shook his head. "As expected. Haha! But don't worry, you can also just call me Zayde. It's my first name." He then smiled warmly and extended his arm for a handshake.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

Chapter 56 The angel is surrounded by a powerful intimidating aura and always with murderous intent. Death angel is unforgiving and always makes sure to complete whatever he has started. He holds a sharp double-edged sword in his hand. He controls the keys of a worldly disaster such as tsunami, road accident, fire, flood, plane crash, and anything associated with death. He controls about 555 black wings angels in the dark realm. I said angel of death as a member of a celestial martial saint I command you from today to come to my aid at the battlefield. I command you to obey me from today as decreed by the divine order. The angel bowed to me and responded so shall it be my lord.