Angel Wars Novels & Stories

IN THE SKY bad angel : what's going on here good angel : can't you see bad angel : I'm not blind good angel : then see it bad angel : huh good angel : the war between my belief and destiny starts game begins from now on bad angel : I will wait for the result good angel : go ahead

They immediately recognized that these two people were the highest-ranking Twelve-winged War Angels under the Red-robed Bishop of the Holy Court. One of them was the Ninth Paladin's older brother. The moment they saw them, everyone was shocked. War Angels were born for battles, and their combat strength was amazing. With the armor on their bodies, their combat strength had increased and their strength was even more terrifying. Once the three of them joined the battle, the situation would be reversed in an instant. Seeing reinforcements coming, Adam immediately laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, a group of running dogs of Yang Xiao will make you die without a burial place today!"

He says to my now red with rage brother who launches himself over the huge table, landing on Mammon he starts to punch him, but the laughing never stops as they continue to fight. A pop and blue light comes from behind me and without looking I know Topaz has just stepped through a portal. I turned to look at her, I can’t deny she is a beauty. Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor.

I say, looking at where our hands are linked. It's not that I don't like his touch, but it feels…weird. And considering I don't even know what we are, I don't really need to start rumors amongst my people. I pull my hand from his and look around at the damage. I hardly see any of my soldiers amongst the dead. It was a relief, but also only added to the ominous feeling inside me. Historically, the death count in any battle between angels and demons is close. This wasn't even meant to test us. It was just a message. A message that Jeremiel was watching us and that this cold war between our species has evolved into the real thing. It feels surreal.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

Alexander wanted to open his eyes as the shadow of the lamp dampened his light but he dare not break the power of his wife's vision. "The men charged at us with all their might, weapons in their arms, blood and sweat adorned their faces. As they drew closer, I could feel it in my bones, there were no souls left. I ordered everyone to fall back. Seven of us had flown a few feet high, seconds before the inhumane beasts could strike. My three former Angels perished at the hands of those vile creatures. They devoured them as if they were caramel cookies. Limbs were torn apart, as the savage beasts clawed at their bodies,fighting over what was left over. In the end we watched from a nearby tree,

From memory. "The war..." he began, his voice like dusty whispers escaping from the pages of an old book. "It wasn't a battle. It was a rupture. The sky split in two, and order collapsed. Angels didn't just fight demons. They fought each other. The rift lay between order and free will. And those who asked questions... soon found themselves branded as traitors." Rea was silent. Kael watched stiffly, spoon frozen in his hand. Elion continued:

“We all know we’re on the brink of war and the World Council is delaying in the inevitable.” Kian didn’t deny that. According to Alpha Dominic, he and Raina were supposed to lead a revolution orchestrated by the Moon Goddess and he had seen the Moon Goddess bless Raina with the beauty of the moon. He had felt the ancient unbreakable power of the moon bathe him in familiarity and warmth. “I thought they’d delay it until after the ball though,” Ridley mused.

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

I’m one such miracle. Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.