Angelic Judgement Novels & Stories

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

“How could love save us when you’re going to die because you fell in love with me? You are not making any sense!” I saw her put on a sad smile. “I am not being punished because I fell in love with you. I am being punished because I abandoned my duty as an angel. I am being punished because I saved you, and saving you broke the natural order of the afterlife. As an angel my duty is to maintain the peace in the afterlife but I let you live. You weren’t supposed to live that night, Chival. You weren’t. You were supposed to die, and be reincarnated after a thousand years.” “Falling in love with you just comes next. So stop crying and hurting because you don’t have to worry. I am already done wit

These are the true form of Judgment Road and only demons, angels, or guardians can see it. Whereas, human spirits who try to find their place in heaven or hell, they don’t see the real form of it. It’ll create an illusion of what the spirit thinks or feels. Though if they have regrets and something left unfinished, they’ll be wondering this place aimlessly until the hatreds set in and corrupt their soul.

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go

she said. "Yes." "What you are." "Yes." She was quiet for a moment. Then she began. She told me what she knew, which was more than anyone else had ever known to tell me. That fallen angels — the name itself was a reduction, she said, a simplification that missed the actual nature of the thing — were not fallen in the sense of having been cast out or punished. They were chosen to descend. Sent into the world for specific purposes, in specific times, carrying specific capacities that the world needed and couldn't generate on its own.

Lyra's POV The cosmic tribunal manifests as a sphere of pure judgment, existing simultaneously in all dimensions. Ancient beings older than time itself materialize around us—some appearing as pure energy, others as geometrically impossible forms that hurt to look at directly. "The architects of reality's rewriting will answer for their actions," announces the Chief Judge, a being of crystalline thought whose voice resonates through multiple planes of existence. "Step forward." Xander, Luna, and I advance into the center of the sphere. Reality itself seems to hold its breath as the trial begins.

her words hung in the air as I gasped in realization. “You mean it's real? The dead are judged based on their deeds?” She shrugged, "If demonic wolves could be real," she started, her voice low, "then the judgment could be real too. There is the Underworld, where all the people whose bad deeds outweighed their good ones are sent. Then there is Heaven, where people who have done more good deeds than bad ones are sent. It is all decided and..." She moved the spider web in front of me, and with a swift tear, ripped it into two pieces. Her gaze lifted to meet mine, her eyes sparkling with intensity. "Divided," she said. "The sinners get punished by us in the Underworld."

I wasn't able to hold my emotions anymore. "Cloud.." "What did you say about Lucifer? H-Hey-- "I'm leaving now. Excuse me." I said as I walked away from them. "Cloud, wait!" They are all the same. They keep on judging Stacey even if they don't know what kind of girl she really is. They never been with her, they never knew her so they don't have the right to say those things to her! "Cloud." I didn't notice that Angela is already walking beside me.

I murmur, an unhinged smirk stretching across my face, "I guess I'm taking the sky route." I tilt my head up. The Throne Angel descending toward me is magnificent nightmare fuel. He is a massive, interlocking gyroscope of pale-blue wheels, spinning endlessly in the dark. Hundreds of glowing, unblinking eyes are embedded in the rings, all locking onto me at once. A normal person staring at a biblically accurate angel would drop to their knees, crushed by the sheer, terrifying weight of divine pressure. But my Reaper blood doesn't feel fear. I look at this spinning, multi-eyed wheel of holy judgment, and only one thought crosses my chaotic mind:

“But doesn’t it apply the same way to the angels?” “It does not,” Israfel answered laughing. “We are not created by humans through mere thoughts. Our existence is to help humans in their battles against evil, here in the abyss, so they do not lose their way to the one who created them. Life on earth is just a part of their journey, but that journey has the significant ground on where a soul would go in its after life....”