Angelic Monsters Novels & Stories

The distraction had begun. I sprinted. The neural stabilizer made my movements fluid, my perception of the world sharpening until I could see the individual veins on the leaves. I reached the northern row, my eyes searching for the monument Julian had described. There she was. A weeping angel carved from weathered travertine, her wings moss-covered and broken. I reached the base of the statue and found the hidden pressure plate. With a low, grinding groan, the earth shifted. A stone slab slid back, revealing a staircase that descended into a lightless void.

So, he wanted to find something that could restore him to his glorious self. The Angel of Death began to search for Mira in the realm because he knew why all Angels objected to the demon wolf’s existence as a new species in the world. He knew why everyone feared the demon wolf. The Angels were already restless when the Moon Goddess presented her idea to create demon wolves as a new species.

He watched intensely and after an hour those eggs hatched and Alfe saw a horrific sight. Those tiny eggs are minute monsters. Without the microscope, nobody could see them. Alfe tried to test the ability of those unseen monsters. He pricked his finger and drop blood to the specimen. He was right. They were blood sucker. He also put a tiny piece of sausage and he was again. They are flesh eaters. By these observations, Alfe knew that Angel will only last for about an hour from now. It was too late for them to rescue her. Her body was already occupied by those tiny blood thirsty monsters.

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

Augustine's men like a tempest of growling beasts launched themselves at the Angel who grinned widely at their attacks. The monsters swarmed and swayed below her like a a cornfield, with their iron-shod feet clapping against the bloodied ground like the rumbling of thunder they attacked Ciara with their claws and weaponry. Inches from her the angel let out a bone-chilling scream which immediately summoned a tempest of wicked, barbed fire arrows that soared from the gloomy dark skies into the battlefield, they ssizzledizzledizzled before hitting their targets, killing Augustine's men in an instant.

Certainly noticing the course of my thoughts, Michael tried to explain the true form of those creatures. "They are archangels of a lower rank, Elena. They are not like the monsters of hell, they do not have an animal form or an absurd feature of being contemplated. They only have characteristics in their magic that differ from the Creator's soldiers," Miguel said in a soft voice. Celestial dogs can enter humans that do not have the protection of an archangel. It's a method similar to the possession of demons, although they don't do it for evil. They just follow the orders of the Creator.

“I can’t sleep. I can't think. I don’t want to just own you. I want to be claimed by you too. Break me back.” His hands went to his hair. Gripping it. “I'm a monster. Because everything I touch, they all die.” A beat. “And the worst part?” Tony dragged in a breath. “I don't even know if you love me back. Or if you could even love me back.” Angel stood still, saying nothing, violet eyes shone with tears reflecting from the lamp shades. “I've never needed anyone before. I trained myself not to,” Tony’s hands dropped to his lap, useless.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Beckett states, drawing everyone's attention to him. “Any idea of who’s behind it?” Miles asks. As I sneak a peek at him, I can tell he’s already strategizing; he is his father’s son and has memorized the art of war. “No,” Beckett replies. “But we might have a lead.” Samael states. “The monsters, they kept saying their powers were a blessing bestowed upon them by their master. The only people I can think of who give actual blessings are Angels.” “You think an angel is controlling the Etir?”Aphelion asks.

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr