Zack Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

" Angelica stuttered nervously, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't know who you are, or your rank or position," Zackary growled, his eyes flickering between black and blue. His voice was low and menacing, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down Angelica's spine. "But this is no way to treat a werewolf! It's against the law!" "W-what..." Angelic stuttered, unprepared for the wrath that Zackary was about to release on them. Zackary growled. "W-we didn't know," Sade quickly added, trying to save her mom.

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

asked Valencia, now calmer to accept some of the information Zean was giving her. "Sister Alexa, your other identity is Angel of Death, a leader of an underworld organization called The Devil. An organization engaged in the illegal arms business and the like. And the organization you lead was ranked first in the list of best businesses at least two years ago. Due to your disappearance, The Devil has been on hiatus for the past two years." Zean explained slowly and calmly to keep Valencia from getting depressed. Valencia was shocked at first, and she almost experienced the same symptoms as a while ago. But Zean patiently guided Valencia to breathe slowly until Valencia was able to organize he

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

“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.”

Stan/lucifer said Zlatan and cuppy flew towards where lucifer/Stan was and Sela joined them all standing (I mean floating in the air) beside each other with the less than a thousand white angels left all lined up behind them. Hagan flew towards Stan/lucifer and Bella joined them with the millions of dark angels left also lined up behind them. "Uhmm bro how come their angels are more than us" Zlatan whispered to Stan who is still in lucifer's body.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

"So, lets say I turn back the clock, to the night you killed the --" "I didn't fucking kill him. You did," I snarled, harshly. "Hey, you sold your friend that night. I gave you a choice, what happened was your problem." "You tricked me!" "I'm Azazel--" he stated, without any trace of humor. The rate at which he switched moods was amazing. "--angel of death, destruction. It's in the job description, child." "I hate you." "What a shame that I don't really care, now back to what I was saying. If I turned the clock, back to the night you murdered your friend, what happens?"

"What the f--- ANGELA!!!" I kept on running towards Lucifer who's already fighting with Cleoffe's men. Five bulky men are surrounding him, one comes after another but he was able to fight them all back. Another man coming from behind him holding a bottle of whiskey was about to hit his head with it so I quickly ran and kicked its hand, causing him to drop the whiskey to the ground. I kicked him in the face and even punched him, causing him to lose his consciousness. "Angela, come here!" Lucifer suddenly yelled as he still continues fighting with Cleoffe's men who don't seem to become less in number even though Lucifer always knocks out every single person who tries to go near him.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'