Angel Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

The man just stood gallantly with his hands in his pockets without a word. An angel blade was infamous for the dangers it caused on werewolves and how fatal it was on them, if used on humans, it'd kill them immediately and it was mostly known among witches as their weapon. " I really don't care about most of what you're saying, you mean she'd be fine in no time, right? Even when struck with an angel blade?" Harhan looked shock at the man's first statement but he tried his best to hide his shocked expression, the man was behaving too weird so he had to be careful.

"Mom. Mom, please wake up! I need you! I'm sorry! Please wake up! I love you mom!" But there is no reply. And the world's most beautiful hybrid in all of creation's soul is no more. Her black and violet wings lay spread out across the floor. I run my hands across her face closing her sad eyes. There's only one way to kill and angel, be it purebred or hybrid. And that's with an angel blade. A round sword looking thing with runes carved into it. Remi! Remi, watch out! Blaze screams through our mind link. Ignoring the warning I look around the room for Blaze instead. My blood pumps faster, anger boils in my veins; when I see Blaze.

Angeline yelled angrily, “For the hatred you instilled in me after you murdered my son, I’ll end this grudge with you today, Prajna!” Unexpectedly, a demonic wind suddenly came blowing at this time. The priest in white appeared in front of Prajna along with Savannah. When Angeline was about to shoot out another move, the priest in white muttered something to himself. By the time Angeline’s hand touched Prajna’s body, she cried out in pain. “Ahh!” Angeline flew out as if she had been electrocuted. The priest in white said, “I’ll be acting in place of the heavens today, Angeline Severe. I’ll take you away.”

This was a lot more magic than she had in the last reel. I could feel the power emanating from her, even from where I was standing. I looked over at her and the amount of bioluminescence that was surrounding her looked like a thick cloud of shining glowing specs. She was chanting something different from the last reel, and with both of her hands she motioned to throw the magic built up, directly at both of the Angels. Her magic penetrated the shield as if it weren’t even there, blasting directly into both Angels. I watched as it sent them flying. Andres was killed immediately, his body rolled lifelessly across the sand. I watched as the beginning of the tear between the realms sealed itself

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

Again, her gaze wandered to mine, "It's just, I understand you saved me from getting hurt but I felt the way you handled it was a little too extreme. Maybe you should have jus-" "I get it." I interrupted her. "Just know sometimes, Angels take desperate measures to protect what's theirs." She looked up at me, confusion etched on her face. "You called me your Angel so technically you're mine to protect," I smirked. "Oh, okay." She grinned, "I-I should go to class. I'm late already. See you around." She smiled before turning to leave. "Hey, Kris?" I called after her. "Yeah?" She looked back.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

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.

"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.

she asked her. “No.” Angel pulled a blade that she had apparently pocketed earlier. There was a cover over it. I supposed that it paid off to always be prepared. This was just one such instance. The blade slid smoothly across her collarbone, demonstrating how sharp it was. Crimson dropped down from the wound. Lucy cried out the entire time. Shit, if this was the strength of our elites… “Silver and wolfsbane hurts like a bitch. Doesn’t it?” Angel asked her with a smirk.