Angels Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Sword held high, the fiery red haired Goddess of Heaven led her army through Heaven's gates. We flew over the realm of Earth and into a harsh landscape, diving into a barely visible ripple in the air. Within seconds, the army of Heaven had entered the realm of demons and sinners. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the dim, red lighting. Hell was just as I had imagined: a barren desert devoid of anything resembling healthy life. The huge flock of angels split into its respective squadrons, myself leading the Gamma section. I led my squad down a western path, all of us using our weapons and powers to slay all enemies in our way. I was relentless in my lead, mercilessly slaying any foe I c

He looks like a hungry wolf ready to devour whoever comes his way. The thirteen generals of the demon are almosy at their limits and so are the angels on the other side. Mara spread her wings and it started raining black feathers again. Despite being cut, they still exploded stronger than a bomb. The first explosion was everyone's cue to attack. It is not so messy anymore because their numbers does not exceed thousands anymore.

"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.

Zack and Sophia nodded and Suzan continued "It's already been 14 years since we had our last encounter with the enemy, but according to intel collected by the Angels of the burning Sun, the enemy will very soon make a move and we've to be prepared when it comes or do something before that, it'll be up to the commander....it's finally time....for you Zack to join the Angels of the burning Sun but before that, I want to ask you something and I want an honest answer" "I'll be honest," said Zack.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

“We’re wiping out the Falconi family. I want blood for Rachel.” When Leonardo didn’t move, I grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him forward violently, forcing our faces inches apart. “I don’t repeat myself. Go. Call everyone.” Leonardo sounded uneasy. “Don Medici, I don’t think this is a rational decision.” Grief weighed heavily in his tone as he said, “Rachel is gone, and everyone is mourning her, but business is still business.” He paused before continuing, “A full-scale war will only lead to the family’s destruction.”

It was never about Syne and I, but the entire clan. I couldn't believe the ancient war was because of angels. Now, all I want is to wake up the noble and my father. Maybe, we can win the war. Although, I never thought we could win against angels. I ran towards the battlefield. I couldn't identify all the vampires but a lot of them were already killed. I also noticed some wounded angels on the side. I think they are the lower forms of angels that fell from the sky. Where are the people? Are we in some kind of dimension because it seems to me that there are no bystanders?

As the dust settled, Michael and the other Archangels burst forth from the rubble, their powerful presence evident as they levitated into the air. They landed gracefully on the outskirts of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the horizon as they gazed out upon the army of demons that stretched before them. The demons were armed to the teeth, their bodies laden with an arsenal of sophisticated weapons - grenades, machine guns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and even suicide bombs strapped to their bodies.