Novel & Cerita Angels Of Retribution

Demons trembled in fear, as well as the witches. Then I looked at the clan of the angels. “All angels can now go back to Promised Land. We, and the Almighty God, acknowledged your sacrifices. That is your reward after years of the atonement of your sins. However, if you make another mistake again, you will dissipate into dust.” I said.

“Okay??” The young demon took a deep breath before starting, “Azz is the leader of a group of rebels who are currently working against the demon lord. It is a said that he used to be a fallen angel himself after being sent into The Dark World years ago for an unknown reason and has somehow kept a few of his memories.” “Fallen Angels? Memories?” I questioned. “How much do you know about corruption?” he didn’t look surpised “That Angels slowly become demons with it.” I replied.

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

But now… “Don’t you know you aren’t wanted here, traitor?” Lara demanded, and Angel could practically feel the bleached blonde glaring at her through the stall door. Angel held her breath, hoping she might be able to slow her racing heart so that the werewolves on the other side of the door wouldn’t hear it. Yeah, right, a good joke, Angel. “Leave her, she’s not worth it,” Reebah snarled in return. “She’s a nobody. Less than a nobody.”

Yesterday's revelation had extinguished that love, replacing it with a fierce hatred. The image of Lucas holding the other woman in a protective embrace, declaring his love for "Sophia" despite being married to her, was emblazoned in her mind. The shamelessness of his actions hurt her beyond words. Even before the accident that restored her memory, Emilia had felt trapped and helpless, thinking of suicide . But now, empowered by her regained memories, she vowed to turn the tables. A cold, calculated smile spread across her face. The man who had once discarded her would soon beg for mercy on his knees. Emilia's determination hardened into an unyielding resolve: she would orchestrate her reven

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

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.

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.

Elara screamed. The room exploded in a flash of violet and toxic green. Elara channeled the agony of the original rejection-the heartbreak, the betrayal, and the cold steel of the blade-and sent it screaming back down the line toward the Southern Sector. It was a "Rejection Pulse." In the Southern Sector, a bank of high-tech psychic tanks shattered. In the Great Hall, the milky light faded from the Alphas' eyes. They collapsed, gasping for air, their minds suddenly their own again.