Angelic Hierarchy Bible Novels & Stories

—Rosemary Ellen Guiley Abaddon (Apollyon) Angel of death, destruction, and the netherworld. The name Abaddon is derived from the Hebrew term for “to destroy” and means “place of destruction.” Apollyon is the Greek name. In MAGIC Abaddon is often equated with SATAN and SAMAEL. His name is evoked in conjuring spells for malicious deeds. Abaddon is the prince who rules the seventh hierarchy of DEMONs, the ERINYES, or Furies, who govern powers of evil, discord, war, and devastation. Originally, Abaddon was a place and not an angel or being. In rabbinic writings and the Old Testament, Abaddon is primarily a place of destruction and a name for one of the regions of Gehenna (see HELL). The term occ

Despite his best efforts to struggle he slowly begins to evaporate into the air, the shards of his soul dissipating and disappearing into the air around us like ash until it disappears. “I-I don’t understand!” I shout as I stand before Layla and the other Angels. “Everything is by design and as it should be.” Michael speaks. “But what does that mean for Layla! For me, for our family!” I shout. “You have your place Nicolae, Devil, and king of the underworld. Your services will be needed until the end of times. You have your place in the realms as does your wife and unborn child.” Michael continues. “She has done well today and earned her place among us and among the creatures of your realm he

After the Viacera Clan vanished, Vincent arrived just in time, clearly amused by what was going on. Oh, another demon had arrived. Cayer and Nash were following Vincent. I inhaled deeply and approached Vincent. I gripped his hand firmly and turned to face Cayer before pulling Vincent away. “Come with me. But first, get Ashy.” I drew Vincent away from Cayer when he nodded. We entered an elevator, and when it closed, I roughly slammed him into the elevator’s wall. “Tell me, Vincent.” With his steely eyes, he met my outraged stare. I almost froze as I noticed the rapid shift in his emotions.

he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of mystery. Isaac. The name rolled off his tongue with a certain elegance, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. Something about him, about Isaac, sparked a curiosity within me, an unspoken desire to unravel the mysteries he carried. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for the unknown journey ahead. "Alright, Isaac," I said, a note of determination in my voice. "Lead the way." And so, with Isaac by my side, we ventured into the night, our steps merging into a shared path, a chance encounter that would forever change the course of our lives.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

You said they killed the First? 'No, I said they killed the First. I never said it was the Council. You just assumed. Think of the Archangels as a celestial government. Angelic politicians put in place to control the day-today running of things and yeah, they wield some fucking power, that's for sure, but they don't sit at the top of the food chain. They never have. Never will.' One more thing . I'd wanted one more thing and now my throat was dry again and my heart was beating a furious tune in my chest.

He gave Gabe a pointed look as he spoke. Pops was such an amazing father. He truly thought of Gabe as his son, even though Gabe was adopted. Some ties were thicker than blood. "Should I go talk to this Jesse?" It made me nervous to think of confronting an archangel. This was the first time I'd heard Gabe's boss called that. From what I knew of the angel hierarchy, an archangel was the highest, strongest form of angel while the chayot were one of the lowest. Gabe shook his head adamantly, and I saw real fear on his face. "No. Please. He might smite you or worse."

In English, the paragraph roughly translated too: 'Ions ago, a prophecy was written. A prophecy that would be the downfall of the three realms. Heaven, The realm of mortals, and Hell. The prophecy was known by very few immortal beings, an Angel by the name of Hebron saw the fate of a young boy who had not even been born yet. Hebron, along with his many other talents, was a seer. He could see what others couldn't through visions. A gift that was bestowed upon him when he was created. The Creator used this gift to benefit the realms, however, the gift couldn't assist with seeing Lucifer's rebellion before it took place.

the devil whispered. Just one finger. Then two. Then three. Angel was panting, writhing, trying to hold on to his sanity like it was a receipt in the wind. Every nerve in his body screamed in confusion—and somewhere deeper, a quiet ache stirred. This bastard didn't even exchange names with him! It felt so… wrong. Obscene. Something he’ll burn in hell for. But beneath it all, something coiled. Something shameful. Something hot. He moaned. Loudly.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with