Angelic Judgement Novels & Stories

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.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel.

I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, though I already feared the answer. "We are angels," Ajal answered softly but firmly. "We, as holy beings, are defined by our obedience to Father’s commands—we serve without question, we love without condition, and we exist solely for His purpose. But falling in love with a human… that would mean that our loyalty is divided. It would mean that we are no longer only Father’s servants, and that we do not serve Him alone anymore. We would belong to someone else too, and that is something that is not permitted for those who dwell in the light." He patted my shoulder one last time, giving me a look filled with warning and kindness, before he stood up straig

the green haired and green pupiled angel who stood to Michael’s left asked with a forlorn expression. “Not even your great wisdom can peer through such a mystery Uriel. Do not think too much into it. We must only see that we accomplish the Will of the Father.” Michael was aggrieved by the happenings occurring below. Yet things had happened as they had. Nothing could be done about them. Lucifer who was their brother had been judged, and his fate was exile.

Xandros said sorrowfully, “Some time ago, I divined the Fourth Calamity’s details with some of the other human powerhouses. The Heaven's Adjudicators that have disappeared for several ages will reappear. They’ll come to Earth with the Scythe of Judgment and carry out humanity’s last judgment.” James’ brows furrowed, and he asked, “Last judgment? What mistakes did humans make? Why do we have to be judged?” Xandros replied, “It’s a very long story, and it will take me a long time to explain everything. All you need to know is these Heaven's Adjudicators are terrifyingly strong. Even Grand Emperors don’t stand a chance against them. Only Ancestral Gods stand a chance against Heaven's Adjudicato

She gazed at Lucian then me. "Oh," I understood. "Yea. I've been tasked with helping close the and seal the rifts for a year or until he completes the conditions placed by the Throne," she finished. "Angels," I said. "Powerful, ancient angels," she corrected. "They don't look like us. They are something we cannot begin to understand. They cast judgement in God's place, keeping everything as it should. They come from the first triad whereas I come from the third, borne to watch and interact with humans and guide them to a path of God."

“Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.” An hour later, the elders and Chiara arrived. As the iron gates slowly opened, I stepped forward with Leonardo, appearing before everyone. Victor’s face lit up with wild joy as he rushed toward me, only for him to be stopped cold by a dozen guns aimed straight at him. “Victor, I gave you a chance. I told you I never wanted to see your face again.” I sighed and shook my head. “Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.”

Was the Goddess collecting my soul to take me to the other dimension – to the Ether? “No. Now that I am within you, and our souls are united, you will live again. The Goddess told me that She is returning your life through me, but you are the one to decide if you wish to take her offer. Also, you are the one to decide how to live it. You will have to pave your own way and make your own choices whilst you walk on the tightrope between destiny and desire. Those important decisions you are to take shall determine who you are and if you can fulfil the divine mission that was inscribed in your body and soul centuries ago, even before you came to exist. But don’t worry, Angeline, you will never be