Angel Wars Novels & Stories

He said , walking into the back of the ship. A few minutes later, a warp portal opened in Tony’s subspace. He looked around, seeing Tony just above. A wave of energy was fired at him and he blocked. Quinn’s eyes followed the blast and saw a woman, with large wings sprouting out of her back. Several glowing flowers were around her and they fired rapidly. He was on the defensive. A large purple orb was in the sky, ominously humming. “Tony! What’s going on!?”, Orion asked. Tony noticed them. He waved his second hand and they were outside the subspace. “The Unnamed and Ambeër attacked us. They got Willow and Azea.” A blast hit him again, and he fell back. He seemed....weak?

He does not want her to hate him. For some reason, he wants her to like him. Which is completely ridiculous, which he knows. "You were cursed" she gasped in horror. Her reaction gave him enough encouragement to continue. "Yes, she cursed that, 'there will come a day, when I too will use the dark magic like they did'. But I laughed at her face and killed her without remorse. Warrior Angels were created to punish and restore peace, and I was doing just that. Later on my way back, I found a book. I took it with me back to heaven.

I lead her to the tables and grab us some food, she is mingling with the warriors until I steal her away to join my beta. With all the chatter we almost missed the shouting match outside but Angels head suddenly turned towards the front door and I could hear the same as her. “You can’t expect me to poison all of the warriors and an Alpha without being caught, you’re ridiculous!” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t hear who he was arguing with.

“Yes, I am an Angel. I am your Angel, for right now that is.” “So everything….” “Yes, Abigail everything Daniel told you was true. You are the soul that determines whether or not the war starts.” “The war? Wait you mean ‘The War’,” Abigail gasped. “Yes, the war between Heaven and Hell. Heaven has its mother, you are Hell’s mother, and all of Hell is going to be chasing you.” “What? Hell’s mother? How can I be Hell’s mother? I didn't give birth to Hell.”

She looked so much smaller than Angelica, but her fear was gone, replaced by a bright and perfect certainty. “You will not touch her,” Eira said, voice shaking the air. The water around her hands steamed, hissing when it hit the ground. Angelica laughed. “You’re adorable. But you’re not here to fight me, darling. You’re here to bear witness. You know, Allissa, you and I are more alike than you think. I’ve destroyed civilizations, toppled empires, orchestrated wars, all while the gods watched helplessly from their little altars. Do you know why they never interfered?”

Instead in that image alone Queen Duchess Angela, knew that this war, will be something that is very different that the war that she had known all her life. “See!, it works just fine!….Hmm, looks like Aeternum is really going to war..”.(Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein) “And they are going to go at it at their full capacity…look at their weapons and machinery….there were a lot of those that I have never ever seen before….”.(Crown Princess Angela Seraphim)

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

Demons and angels clashed in a frenzy of sword and spell, their roars and cries of pain a symphony of war. At the eye of the storm, Lucifer and Luna met in a clash of titanic proportions. Their powers collided in a blinding explosion of light and shadow, each strike a test of wills and might. Lucifer's fangs were bared in a feral grin as he parried Luna's attacks, his counterstrikes fueled by the chaos within him. The ground beneath them cracked and split, molten lava spewing forth in geysers of fire and brimstone. Allistair, his Chaos a swirling mass of power, defended his mate with unyielding resolve. His power was a chaotic force, unpredictable and wild, clashing against the disciplined m

The gunfire on the mountainside gradually subsided, and the fierce battle seemed to have come to an end. Angeline saw Sis Thirteen’s boundless and empty gaze. Angeline hated this war and despised the older generation’s greed, but she could never hate this child. She suddenly stretched out her hand and held Sis Thirteen’s tightly as she comforted. “Don’t be afraid. Even if the military intelligence division loses this war, I won’t let Doomsday hurt you. But you have to promise me, you’ll give up on this enmity and turn over a new leaf. Live your own life.”