Angels Vs Demons War Novels & Stories

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 ball my fists. He gets up to introduce himself. “I'm Justin.” Fine, fucker, I'll play along for now. She would be seeing my fucking cousin. Fucking angels look like models with flawless skin, light eyes, and perfect hair. While we demons tend to have darker features and a lust for tattoos. Angels are the quaffed elite, while demons are rugged bikers. However, besides appearances, there are many differences between angels and demons. Demons are loyal to a fault while angels are our polar opposites until they find their mate. That's why I'm going to revel in taking his player ass down. “Damon,” I reply curtly. That fuck knows he's just using her, and I bet she's got no clue. Hell, he shouldn

He sighs deeply, running a hand through his deep bronze hair, deciding whether he should indulge this information to me or not. "He has full Demon blood,” he eventually admits. I flinch. I’ll admit, I don’t know much about history. It never interested me. However, everyone knows about the Great War that raged on between Angel’s and Demon’s. The Angel’s eradicated all full-blooded Demon’s. A few with some Demon blood survived, and as centuries passed the bloodline ran a lot thinner, to the point where most are barely much more than human. That’s what we were told in school…anything else and hysteria would have erupted.

He only smiled. “Aren’t you too?” Gabriel punched him with a right hook. “You Angels know nothing about what goes on in this earthly realm do you? You all are too busy to see that we have already won the war and we don’t need dead souls to win it either.” Anger took over Gabriel as he turned his wings, slicing the demon’s throat with its sharp edge. The demon gurgled and dark blood flowed from its mouth and through the cut. The oily substance disappeared underground as the man the host possessed was laid out unconscious. Officers rushed in once the dark matter was clear, but Gabriel’s face seemed too dissatisfied to let the demon’s action slide. First this powerful woman and now demons who w

He was eager about sharing his findings with the administrators once he was done with his research. "Alright, back to business." Luna declared. BaoBao nodded in response then they waited for a book to appear. Luna felt that it was taking slightly longer than the previous times for a world to be assigned. BaoBao however was quietly and patiently waiting with a slightly spaced out look on his face. Finally, a black book with silver bindings appeared in front of Luna and she took it without hesitation. / Love Among the Holy War... / This is a world where the existence of angels and demons is common knowledge among the common people. Some angels live in heaven while some stay on earth to evangel

It was during the so-called blood wars, the angels launched their wars, as a way to face the demons, the prize was humans. The war raged for eons from the ends of time, to the middle of the Middle Ages with the black plague that unleashed the deaths of millions, while towards the power of the divine clergy there was the witch hunt. The blood wars, in total there were three wars, in which they nearly decimated humanity and also led to the near extinction of angels and demons, as the gods engaged in battles to choose sides, leading to countless ends, repeated Ragnarok, doomsday among so many moments that led worlds to extinction.

“I found out, at the age of eight; by overhearing my mother and aunt talking. It was when I found out what I was after seeing my first demon.” “Demon,” someone spoke from nearby; it was enough to hear that the person was quivering. “Yes demon,” Ava turned towards the room. “This Spirit War has been going on, since the days before the Garden of Eden was known.” Her eyes flashed. “A war between angels and the Fallen, demons!” Her voice became strong as she was driving the information into the people’s minds of what was going on. Even though some were religious or not. “God has given us free will and it’s up to you what you’re going to do with that free will to either aid or hinder in th

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

"She's despicable just like you—cruel, brutal, and ruthless. What was that? For a moment, I was wondering how the hell everything changed. It was like nothing ever happened, and then it was back to normal. How did she do it?" Saturn asked, looking ever so curious. "Technology, Moron," Angelo replied. "What kind of technology is this?" Saturn asked, looking excited and frustrated at the same time. "Why don't you ask her once she's back? She's your work partner, after all. Also, prepare her for her next mission. "But…" "Sshh!" "Now I regret it; I should have just let you die there in the explosion."

They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons. A short distance away, Vargos sat calmly on his horse, watching the entire bloodbath unfold from the shadows. A dark, twisted smirk touched his face. Asher was the only person he actually cared about here; he just wanted the Lord of Ashvale to show up so they could finally settle their bloody score once and for all. A mysterious woman stood right beside his horse, her arms crossed over her chest, looking completely bored by the carnage. Meanwhile, up on a nearby rooftop, Lyndra and Balthazar were treating the dangerous siege like a front-row