Angels Mythology Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Layon suggested blankly, as though he was only just beginning to pick up on her trail of thought. "Yeah, and Chris had to have had help from the fairy court to gain entrance into Italy so…" "So he and Reebah are most likely at the fairy court!" Layon exclaimed, and Angel was surprised when he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in close to kiss her forehead before he added, "Angel, you are brilliant." "Isn't that why you brought me along?" Angel chuckled, unable to stop herself from being amused by his response. Yet him kissing her on the head also reminded her of the time they'd spent together beneath the willow tree,

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

I started to write down all of the possibilities. Then I went back to my book and tried to see if there was anything about emotions or feelings when I picked out certain passages. "Angels are beings of truth. They cannot lie to other creatures or humans, and their emotions are visible to all who speak to them." I paused for a moment. "But he lied to me before, or at least hid the truth when he refused to tell me what happened to him, so it can't be true..." I started to open other chapters, looking at folklore, myths, and anything that might give a clue. "Vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, fairies... Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm actually trying to figure out if the guy I'm involved with is

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“There’s no way he’s an archangel.” My mouth fell open in shock, “What?” “His back… He’s got what looks like brandings of wings.” He explained, waving his hand. “The doctors said that these are consistent with Nephilim, but there hasn’t been one of those in thousands of years. Angels are forbidden to intermix with mortals for fear of creating those horrors again. Especially an archangel.” Alexander took a deep breath as I spoke. “What makes him an archangel instead of a Nephilim?”

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

She had to tell me what he was, what made him so special and what those things behind him were. “You’ve heard stories, right?” she said quietly. “About Angels? My breath caught. “Yes,” I replied. “Supernatural beings that protect the earth, they are in heaven with God, he is the all time supreme being.” “Humans,” she rolled her eyes. “Well, there's a little truth in it. The supreme one and all, after all, he's the one that cast demons here.” I nodded, soaking in all the information. “So he is—”

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--