Alastor As An Angel Novels & Stories

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

My hope shattered, but I was determined not to live without Arwan, “I know you have that power; you are a heavenly being. I saved you, now please save me by bringing him back to life.” “You need to understand that everything in this world comes with consequences,” he protested, “I can do it, but I shouldn't do it.” “Whatever the consequences are… I'm ready to face it. Just bring him back,” I declared. The Angel gawked at me with upcoming agony and warnings against it; then he muttered, “You have a twin brother Melonie Aeron, his name is Alastor Aeron, he is the evil side of you. When your mother gave birth to you and him, you were the good and he was the evil… so he was killed immediately af

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

, ok I have job to do, I have to go back to earth and be the guardian angel of that baby till it grows I need to protect him and keep him from drinking blood, in heaven, they are different departments I fly to the department of guardian angels, as angel we have chosen sometimes pick who we guard, we come here to register then we are sent to earth either as a human angel or as an invisible angel, as I enter I saw Angel Alba staring at her screen, this is where she sees humans that need help, Alba is one of the oldest Angel "Alba" "Gavreel" she smiles "How are you," I asked "I'm not so good, why are you here" "I want to be a guardian angel" "Are you not too young, the human world is a scary pl

“It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but then he was cast down, like Lucifer himself, and now he resides in the pits of Hell, still overseeing The Book of the Dead as the Archangel of Death.” Ru stopped and considered what she’d just read. It all seemed silly to her. How could anyone even know who the angels were and which ones had been cast down from Heaven—if any of that were even true? “The demons are all just fallen angels,” she continued to read aloud, as if Piper were at all interested in what she had to say. “Whether or not our depictions of them are true is impossible to say.” You’ve got that right, she thought to herself.

"How are they not executed when they have done something wrong?!" "And I told you to control," he calmly said, flicking her forehead, cutting her anger. "You will ruin my Sekai if you show your powers. I told you to restrain or you will never get out of here," he sighed. "You should have been part of the Angels of Powers. They are known to be evil." "You are evil too," she mumbled, looking away, twitching her mouth. "You are part of that classification. In charge of death and re birth! Tch!"

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Angelo cried in terror until he vanished along the swirling motion. The demons who possess strong spatial magic took Angelo. Despite the powerful spell surrounding the southern walls, demons can still cast a spell. ***** I fluttered my eyes open and clenched my fist. “Angelo, wait for me. I’ll rescue you no matter what.” I mumbled. Yael, I know what you are planning. “Alice, did you locate him?” Willow asked. “Yes. The demons got him.” I said. “What?!” Sabrina and the others reacted.