Angel Slayers Novelas e Histórias

“Here we go!” Demonslayer struck living mass. Steam exploded. The limb recoiled—damaged, not destroyed. “Go!” Scott yelled. “Don’t wait!” Brooke was already moving, pulling charges from her bag. “Three,” she said. “Two—” The Queen lunged again. This time, she was ready, so she thought. Angelinka straightened, ready for the assault, this time he wounds cleaned up in a bright white light, not like a shining light but a holy light.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

“She didn’t know what she was doing. She isn’t to blame.” “Jasmine Peters healed two souls that belonged to The Almighty already. One of them has already been converted. We cannot let this continue, she is a threat to the natural order of things.” One of them replied. Gabriel’s mouth twitched. “Then you leave me no choice.” His fist glowed and the three tilted their heads in amusement. They were far more powerful than Gabriel, a lot taller, damn near giants. They were among the first batch of Angels The Almighty created alongside Lucifer. They were on his level, but Gabriel was clearly out of his league.

Leyanne and Lyra Helene went to their mother, and Selene chose to be with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, Daddy.” Her lips puckered, and she planted a kiss on my cheek, then she went to her mother, while Leyanne and Lyra Helene hugged and kissed me before walking on the bed toward their usual places when they sleep. “Okay, girls, prayer time,” Angela reminded them. Our three angels nodded and started their long prayers, thanking the day that I didn’t need to ask Angela what happened between Lalaine and her because of what I heard from the girls. They also included their wishes but what made me raise my eyebrows was about having another puppy and their last petition.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

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.

She smiled at him and he looked at her with anger and fear all over his face. He ignored the phone, moved closer to her and asked, "What did you do to them?" He glared at her while his hand fisted the bedsheets. "Nothing, yet. I have two of my best snipers trailing them and any stupid mistake of yours will result in their deaths. Are we clear?" She smiled at him and he collected the phone with shaking hands, his chest heaving up and down as his breathing became laboured. "Please, leave them alone. They have nothing to do with this." He sobbed and pleaded with her.