Angels Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

- While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked. "The Angels are powerful beings who serve the Biblical God, and have the powers to inflict pain upon Devils and by extension the Fallen Angels due to their light-based powers~" "They live in Heaven which is divided into seven layers, or as they called them, the Seven Heavens~. Our leaders are the Seraphs and they are Angels who are guardians of the Throne of Heaven. The members of the Seraphs are the Archangel Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel who were titled the "Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels.

We weren’t just hunting down a rat but preparing for war. But right now, I needed my angel.

The tension in Dirty Angels coiled tighter than a garrote wire as the night deepened. The bar wasn’t some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer; it was high-class sleaze, polished brass rails, leather booths that cost more than most people’s rent, crystal tumblers catching the amber glow of pendant lights. Velvet ropes at the VIP section. A dress code enforced with a single raised eyebrow from the doorman.

The moment my skin touched the metal, a siren began to wail—a deep, cacophonous howl that made the very walls vibrate. ​"The vault!" Betty screamed, her face twisted in a mask of maniacal fear. "It’s a lockdown! You’re going to be buried alive in here!" ​Suddenly, the ceiling panels hissed open. Four silhouettes dropped from the darkness, landing with the clinical silence of professional killers. The Archangels. They weren't wearing the suits of the Roman gala; they were in full tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors. ​"Bloodbath it is," Malakai growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

Demons and angels clashed in a frenzy of sword and spell, their roars and cries of pain a symphony of war. At the eye of the storm, Lucifer and Luna met in a clash of titanic proportions. Their powers collided in a blinding explosion of light and shadow, each strike a test of wills and might. Lucifer's fangs were bared in a feral grin as he parried Luna's attacks, his counterstrikes fueled by the chaos within him. The ground beneath them cracked and split, molten lava spewing forth in geysers of fire and brimstone. Allistair, his Chaos a swirling mass of power, defended his mate with unyielding resolve. His power was a chaotic force, unpredictable and wild, clashing against the disciplined m

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

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.

The beautiful and clear-colored angel blood flows down the Earth. Cia immediately took off his sword and turned around. He immediately stabbed another angel who was behind him. "That's great, Argus. Hope to meet Mikaila in hell." Two angels had been killed by Cia, and a few more left, but he preferred to kill gods this time. Just crazy! How could they defect and defend Ares? It wasn't because he was the god of war that he could rule the prophesied throne.

They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings. The warriors release their arrows all at once, the sharp clicks echoing through the clearing. The arrows hit the angels’ wings earning harsh cries of pain in return. The wolves give the ropes attached to the arrows a solid yank and the wings of all five angels collapse. They plummet towards the ground, letting out horrible screams. I move my queen right as they hit the dirt around us. “Check mate.”