Angelic Hierarchy Bible Novels & Stories

There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels) The Middle (Dominions, Virtues, Powers) And the Highest (Thrones, Cherubim, Seraphim) Seraphim can't be made from mortals. Only from the hand of God. But Thrones? Thrones can be reborn from other beings. Thrones enforce divine justice. That's what I am now. The firebrand. The judge. The balancer of scales. “You can transform into your other forms, Jacob,” the voice of God says. “How, Father?” I ask.

Lucifer said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “By Elijah?” I asked looking at Lucifer. “No, by Michael, his father, my brother. All of the ‘Good Angels’ pretty much follow what was written in the bible. You would think that they would know better. They actually talk to Elijah. However, the newest version of The Bible has been the worst yet. Elijah stopped checking that book after the first time it was revised.” Lucifer said. “Is that why Elijah came down?” I asked. “No, Elijah came down because he knows that his armies of angels are going to try and treat Aria the way that Emerial does.” Lucifer said.

“All the supernatural world knows it— I know it— how come you don't know? I swear, I can tell you where he is—" Rage flared suddenly in Zane’s icy eyes. "By the Angel, everyone we capture—the lots of you assholes, always claim you know where the so-called bastard is. Everyone knows where he is. The fool is in hell. And you—" Zane turned the knife in his grasp, pointing the blade towards the boy's heart, the edge sparkled like a line of fire. "You will join him there."

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

*** While the young man was lost in nostalgia, Kylie continued explaining to them. "Actually, not all people reincarnate on Earth. Apart from those who stay in the Underworld, there are actually some who become similar angels and are sent above. The village chief said it's because those people are like saints..." "Angels exist?" The old man muttered internally, complaining, 'Why am I not selected?' The girl hesitated. "I'm not sure if they are really angels, but according to the souls I've talked to before, some souls did go above, to the heaven which our Goddess Anda called Skyworld."

" He said but the goddess was unwilling to believe. God just smiled and closed his eyes and suddenly the earth was visible in front of them. All the souls were looking like a light beam. Some were shining brightest while some were less and some were just dark. But only the rarest were shining such brightly that even angels will feel shame. "look at this soul..." god showed a soul just like that. Brightest. Maybe even more bright than angels. "How is this even possible... !" goddess exclaimed and god just smiled. "It is not that angels have to fall in love with angels...love has no bar..." he said but the goddess huffed. She swiftly moved her hand and removed it.

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

Or is it related to the complete collapse of the gnome ruins? “H-Angel lord! Even you know that such a being cannot exist in the Styr kingdom, not only is he an angel but a saint which you basta-angels have wanted for a while! How will the angels feel if such an atrocity roamed this Styr freely?” Tempest shrewdly stated. They had been placed in a group along with the lord of Babel who faced hell from him for the stupid thing he had done, mentioning that bastard’s name. Hezekiah’s pale brows furrowed silently, looking towards the seething male who had the lasciviously dressed babel lord toddling behind him, he asked,

As he stood wondering, the dark skies opened up and a bright light shined down like gold, he saw 100s of cherubim descending down the sky and landed on the earth. They had six gold wings; the Cherubim were mighty males… the surrounded him,suddenly a single Seraphim descended in the center, immediately her feet touched the earth that part became gold, each step she took was covered in gold, getting close to Metatron she said nothing and suddenly 10 seraphim descended and formed a circle around Metatron – seraphim are beautiful female angels with a unique look. As they surrounded him, they raised two wings each and the tips touched and then they all ascended into the sky with Metatron in the c

For all he’d done for me, I could at least give him that. He continued to speak. “These angels, the “bad” ones – the Corrupt, are the ones who at one point in time became very powerful. You might know them as Zeus, Athena, Isis, Osiris, and so forth. The gods of old. Those of Greek, Roman, Egyptian “mythology.” At that time, the Archangels, the great watchers over all of us, were not as powerful as they are now. Let me rephrase. They were as strong as ever, but they were divided for reasons unknown and together they are their strongest."