Angel Wars Novels & Stories

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly "We need to get out of here, Red!" I hissed, bringing my green hues to look at her, unsurprised by the challenge on her lips. "What's wrong? Scared of a few feral wolves?" She taunted. Usually, I would have found her tease amusing, but something was wrong; this wasn't just a simple training session- this looked like war! And we were in the middle of the battlefield!

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

Stefano nodded, “They did and were very good at it. His army in Moon Goddess’ Kingdom grew drastically until the numbers caused suspicions in the kingdom. They started to question and pointing fingers at each other. ’Who started the war?’, ’What was the reason?’, ’How did it happen?’, and all the questions popped up. Each species had a legion of Angels of their own in the kingdom. The Angels protected them and ensured they didn’t cause any trouble but out of nowhere, war broke out everywhere.” “Pointing fingers led to another war.” “Yes, war broke in the kingdom. Just like the mortal siblings, the Angels could get into arguments with each other. A war happened in the mortal world, and war ha

Groans and wails were coming from everywhere. A girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen stood on the table with her hands on her hips. She scowled fiercely and said in a soft tone, “Hmph, what Hell’s Angels? It should be Trash Angels! Every single one of you is useless. You can’t even produce a single decent warrior. With just this, how dare you call yourselves kings of the underground? Pah! From today, I will be your elder sister, and you will listen to me.

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

THE REJECTED ONE RETURNS TO HIS HOME "Do we have a deal?" Angèle asks with her hand extended towards Occisor. "Yes," he shakes the first princess's hand. Now they were officially allies. The conversation lasted about five minutes, Angèle made it clear that her goals are only peace, and that she will do what is necessary so that the little ones can see tomorrow. "When do we go?" Mary asks, adjusting her leather coat. Mary's brain is full of serotonin, finally the war is coming to an end, well, at least between two races. The adrenaline rushes through her veins as if she was still in her first four hundred years of vampire life.

she told me slowly, her eyes calm. Despite my anger towards her I trusted her words. The moon couldn't lie, it's against everything pure to do so. If angel is the key to this war and everything, why is everything the same? I mean it's been over 600 years, we've mated and we still don't know how to win this war. "You put me on this world to fight battles, to win wars. I'm immortal and you want me to live my life in constant battle with everyone" I stepped away from her, becoming angry.

“I found out, at the age of eight; by overhearing my mother and aunt talking. It was when I found out what I was after seeing my first demon.” “Demon,” someone spoke from nearby; it was enough to hear that the person was quivering. “Yes demon,” Ava turned towards the room. “This Spirit War has been going on, since the days before the Garden of Eden was known.” Her eyes flashed. “A war between angels and the Fallen, demons!” Her voice became strong as she was driving the information into the people’s minds of what was going on. Even though some were religious or not. “God has given us free will and it’s up to you what you’re going to do with that free will to either aid or hinder in th

I shook my head and patted my head, before turning toward them when Erbort patted on my shoulders. "Take it easy." Mark interrupted, looking at us, "Let them take it easy. After all, the Goddess of War had finally come back after two year of hibernation, and I bet that they can't wait anymore." I smirked and patted their backs, pleased by Mark's words. I'll take it easy, definitely easy. "Let's leave now," I said when they nodded together and we were about to hurry out of the room when Alpha Liddell rushed in, scanning at the massacre, and growled in anger.