Angelic Characters Novels & Stories

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Then she added more seriously, “They’re heavenly beings created only to carry out God’s missions. They’re not like fallen angels who became demons here on earth. They’re faithful to God, obedient, and will never commit sin or do anything forbidden by Heaven.” Gavriel slowly nodded. “You’ve learned a lot about them in such a short time.” “I have,” she agreed softly. “I’ve been having visions and dreams that help me understand things. And besides… Elior left us a copy of the Book of the Law of God. That helped too.” “How about my angels?” Gavriel asked.

Allistair's Chaos whirled around him, a churning vortex of energy that deflected Luna's lunar magic, sending it crashing back toward her in a blinding explosion of light and shadow. Cerberus stood as a guardian before Elion, his massive form a bulwark against the onslaught of angels. His growls echoed like thunder, and his flames licked at the ground, creating a wall of fire that kept the angels at bay. The mysterious figure, now revealed to be Zadkiel, protected Envy with unyielding resolve, his golden lance a beacon of light as he cut through the angelic ranks with precision and power.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

“That’s it Angel. Show him what being mated to a Guardian really looks like.” She turns and looks at me, her chest heaving in her anger. I curl my fingers at her in a ‘come get me’ motion, and holy hell does she. I’ve seen Cara spar, but it didn’t prepare me for my little Guardian when she lets loose. There’s an obvious difference between Cara, who was born a Guardian and Angel, who is a reincarnated Guardian. Angel’s Guardian spirit has experience, knowledge, and pure grit. My girl is a fiend on the battlefield. Once she unleashes on me, it’s all I can do to stay on my feet and keep ahead of her. She’s everywhere, fists flying at every part of my body, legs sweeping to knock me down, kicks

I questioned. Cecilia calmly took a seat on the edge of my bed. "So you've seen it. Yes, the lord once had a lover. Correct, her name was Charlotte. She was the most beautiful angel." "She was an angel?" I asked. "Yes she was," Cecilia nodded, "an angel with no wings. They say God gave her a gift and became known as an angel. She was the only person without wings that was allowed to be close to God and his angels."

, He said, but was pushed away by Godric. "RAFAEL !!" were the menacing words of Louis, who was glad that at least Godric had broken away from him. What was this angel doing here? Did everyone have a run or something? Or did he want to bring porn to Amoniel? One thing was certain, Louis didn't like the fact that he was so close to Godric. A quick throat clearing later, he looked directly into the angel's blue eyes. “How do we get the honor of Rafael? An angel of healing and also one of the 4 elemental angels in Assiah? Have you been thrown out up there? ”The addressee laughed a little, stroked his short, wavy and fluffy-looking hair. He was half a head taller than Godric and had pure white w

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

I asked. “No, things got more complicated from here. Out of the seven angels, three descended on the continent of magic with her impressed with her determination and courage while the other four went back to Cloris and reported the entire event to God,” Archer said. “God, obviously, couldn’t handle defiance and demonised Serith and the three angels who followed her.” Father said.

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.