Angel Slayers Novels & Stories

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

Carlton reached above the bar in some cabinets to grab 8 glasses. “Why do you think I won’t like it?” The curiosity in Nick’s voice was easily heard. Ansel smiled at him. “Because of what the Silverclaw bond does to its recipient.” Nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Angel was the first one to experience it, her and Samantha both were…surprised about what happened, to say the least.” Vienna added. “But that aspect fades after the first week.” “What fades?” “The desire to be with your maker, and her desire for you.” Carlton answered seriously.

" And if you can see me, it means you don't belong to this world. So, human, I suggest you get out of my way and let me finish what I came to do. After that, I can take care of you. "Oh, spare me!" Zylah grumbled, pushing Kleyphon's sword with one hand. He was shocked by the audacity, but he didn't say anything. Miguel and I held our breath. Zylah approached the archangel soldier, pointing her finger at his face." I'm tired. Sick. Menstruate. Stressed by the idiots who go to my work to ask even more stupid things about the books. With two strange friends who, one is obsessed with God, while the other does not know how to talk about anything but angels and demons. And you, a guy in ridiculous

The intensity of her angelic radiance intensified with each passing moment, pushing back the encroaching shadows. As their combined efforts grew stronger, Shadowmaster's malevolence waned. He was no match for the unity and determination of the team, fueled by Claire's newfound angelic strength. In a final surge of light, the darkness was banished, and Shadowmaster's power shattered like a fragile illusion. Breathing heavily, the team stood triumphant, their gazes fixed upon Claire, their leader and beacon of light. Her transformation into an angelic force had not only saved her from the clutches of Shadowmaster but had also illuminated the path of hope for all.

I'm not nearly as pale and beautiful as her beloved angel, and my hair is crazy-colored, but hey, at least I'm well-trained and shredded from training every single day! "Watch your tone!" Alyssa jumps down from the windowsill. She really looks ridiculous standing next to Azrael. The man is a monolith. "And you better not speak ill about my friend, or else I will start calling your mate a bitch, while referring to you as bitch-boy!" Did I hear that correctly? A slow-spreading smile takes over my lips as I look down at Alyssa, impressed all over again. I didn't think she had it in her to be vulgar, but it seems Azrael has really pissed her off.

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

Even though they get something in return, there always remained a huge possibility of us losing and everything going to ashes. We stood directly near the raised steps and bowed to her in respect. She acknowledged our greetings with a simple nod and raised up from her seat. "The day before, as you all elf people are aware, a werewolf female, Seraphina approached our Kingdom to seek alliance for an upcoming war that she claims is going to broke." She addressed to her people, demanding their attention for what she was going to announce.

And in time, each of their stories shall unfold. There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and those who held the hand of death far too pr

author pov Chip and Bob had been glued at the hip all morning. They both stood in the middle of the fire pit on the phone with Alpha Lorn of the Starlight pack. They had no way of knowing for sure what was happening to others in the god realm. They knew something was going on because a few hours ago, anyone who had been moon touched or blood bonded with Katia, had begun crying out in pain. They had quieted down now, however, they all claimed to feel the goddess' pain still. Chip watched as the angels who had been led astray, screamed orders at the ugliest creatures he had ever seen. They looked like someone was trying to cross-breed different animals and something went wrong. Some had red sk