Angels Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

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.

ARCHANGEL #1 : We cannot let them leave here and reach the gates ARCHANGEL #2 : Hold your ground, my fellow comrades… we must give everything we’ve got ARCHDEMON #1 : Resistance is futile, just let us pass ARCHDEMON #2 : How many must fall before you realize that you cannot hold us here for long The warring angels take no heed to the words of their demonic counterparts and keep on beating back the invaders that had dared to come to their doorstep, as the battle kept going back and forth soon enough a large portal with black hue appears from behind the demon ranks giving off an aura that was nothing short of menacing WAR ANGEL #1 : What is that??....

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

“We’re waiting for Selene, Thor, and Hecate. They tried to get to Nyx to save her, but… it didn’t work. Fucking angels. They were supposed to help and haven’t shown up since that first visit.” Jacob’s pinky grazes my exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up. I shiver—hating that he still makes me feel this way even when I’m mad. But I don’t move away. That would mean leaving Hermes and Alexander too. And honestly, I like the feeling. Uggggh. Being mad at these boys is exhausting. Jacob’s voice sobers me. “Why are the angels so important?” “They’re like me and a few other gods,” Hermes explains. “Able to move between worlds. That’s rare. But the angels could bring enough firepower to turn th

A few more tried attacking him here or there, but they could do nothing against his power. Their city was still pristine, but it was nearly empty. The angels had never been a prolific race, but the war had all but wiped them out. Their numbers were a mere fraction of what they'd been half a decade ago—with most of the survivors being only children themselves. They watched him with fearful and teary eyes from the shadows of barren buildings. He felt no pity for them—theirs was a race that courted death continually until death eventually took them up on their offer.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

"Then the Angels came. They brought messages which seldom heard and listened. Then, they stayed for the pleasure of it. For their powers and ability to create magic, humans believed they were Deities themselves. Angels loved the pretensions and they played the game. When they sired, that's all where the trouble started. The half-breeds of humans and angels had gifts. They were called Magicians and when they knew that fact, they all started to make Angels as Deities. What a foolish way to start a war with the Deitie "The Deities were angered. So many of them and the Angels - there messengers and servants - were worshipped. So then, the war started, how that war happened, no one could ever be

For the first time, creatures that would have rather torn one another apart than stand beside each other marched beneath the same purpose. Angels descended into the darkness of Hell. Demons entered the divine realm. Ancient gods joined forces with creatures they had once considered beneath them. Enemies stood shoulder to shoulder. Not because they had forgiven one another. Not because they had found peace. But because there would be no one left to hate if The Forgotten won. The war that followed lasted longer than any living creature could comprehend. It was not a battle fought over days or years. It became an age of blood, fire, darkness, and silence.