Angels Versus Demons Novels & Stories

Leviathan and I are pretty surprised too but if push comes to shove, I know we can both protect ourselves and dispose of these angels. “Who the fuck are you and why are you here?” Leviathan asked, crossing his arms, making him look more intimidating than usual—I could smell the angels’ fear reeking out of their body and it made me shiver. Fear, after all, is one of the devil’s fuel. “You are demons, we don’t answer to you.” The male with brown locks said as he tried to act brave by shielding the other two angels behind him. “This is our holy grounds made by purification, you are not allowed here.”

I gritted my teeth and then said "You will have to pay for this Elena." "Really. Little mouse you are not going alive. Although you are a golden angel I am an old dark angel. I have practiced for so long. You can't escape from me." She signaled her shadows to capture us. Shadows started coming towards us. Suddenly we saw a swarm of fairies who flew near the shadows hypnotizing them. Shadows were still now hypnotized. Archangels killed them with an arrow. The demon attacked us and started hitting the angels. Angels tried defending and dodging the attacks

“What about Chris?” At the mention of her fairy boyfriend, Reebah instantly tensed and looked as though she wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears for another moment. Then a change came over her so suddenly that it shocked Angel to see. Her entire being seemed to harden, as though someone was pouring concrete over her. She turned away from Angel and glared into the mirror even as she stated, “We all knew that was destined to fail from the beginning. He’s a fairy and I’m a werewolf. It could never work.”

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

I said making the boy gulp. "The angels focus on the light, and healing if anything they're seen as the opposite of a demon because they are seen to have a darker origin" I said and the class around me got quiet. "A demon is meant to take a life for their own gain, as a way to have more power that's why a demon can't be with another section because one kiss would kill them, the only ones that can withstand it are those of the same kind" I said. "Angels have dark sides as well, but demons are more dangerous because an angels darkness are the few things they have in common with a demon but mostly they use it for good but that's because they're not strong enough to use it anyway else" I finishe

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."

"Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?" The shopkeep lowered her glasses to eye me incredulously. "You're writing a paper about demons?" "Something like that." She shrugged. "Look at shelves eighteen, nineteen and twenty. Any book that says demonology or mentions fallen angels is a good place to start." "Fallen angels?" I echoed. "In Christian theology, the first demons were fallen angels. Depends on who you ask." I looked away from her to the stacks. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." "Anything else?"

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.

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared: