Novel & Cerita Angels Of Retribution

The war angels and archangels exchange looks amongst themselves as they gather together to form a blockade to prevent Beelzebub and his forces from reaching the gate ARCHANGEL #1 : I’m sure you’ve gotten your answer, We are not backing down now and not ever so you can do what you want BEELZEBUB : Hmm, I expected nothing less well then you can die knowing that your destruction came at my hand Beelzebub faces his palm towards the blockade with a large dark ball forming, the angels create a shield and await his attack, Beelzebub smirks after which he lets his attack loose with a wave of his hand causing it to move like an arc towards them, before it can hit the shield a white line passes throug

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

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

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Their voices echo from nowhere, as if carried through space itself. They think themselves gods. But they’re only angels. Gabriel presides. At his side, the others: Uriel, Raphael, Michael… Angels — the damned landlords of the universe. Humans have it wrong. These bastards never show mercy. They’re nothing but celestial bureaucrats. — Caelith’s vicarius was attacked in his own territory — Azrion starts. — Sentinels. I want authorization to strike back at that church. The six murmur among themselves, their words sealed from my ears.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

If only both sides didn’t pick up on each other, lots of lives would still be alive right now. All those glory, hardship, tears, and blood spent on building that city were now gone with one single judgment. Once again, the people revolted against them–their very own people whom they served with all their heart. That was the reason why the government can never be forgiven. They brainwashed the people, not showing the full history of the Shadows. Yes, their ancestors made mistakes but they should have been given the chance to explain how they were going to make up for it. The first scientists were not evil but they were also humans with a heart to repent and so they were preparing themselves f

Grandmaster Quintan’s expression tightened the moment the word “Angels” left the brother’s mouth. His heavy eyebrows furrowed, shadows gathering beneath his eyes as memories he wished he could forget resurfaced. Abraham’s divination flashed in his mind—the vision conducted near this very Stargate, a vision of obliterated landscapes, cities swallowed by celestial flames, and the sky torn apart by divine wrath. The same term had been whispered then. Angels. Quintan’s jaw flexed.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

It wasn't that I couldn't have my revenge; the right time just hadn't come. Michele, consumed by her obsession to kill me, never imagined her own demise would come from a single misstep. "My son, I finally reclaimed your heart," I mumbled to myself. At the same time, a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. Amidst the chaos, the servants Michele had dismissed rushed out, drawn by the noise. The scene was chaotic. However, Terry was nowhere to be seen. I spotted one of his subordinates and asked, "Where's Terry?"