Angels Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

One by one, the Houses of Light fell, their angels slaughtered, and their stars extinguished—until only a single bastion remained. From this last citadel, the Supreme Deity launched a final, desperate crusade. Led by the archangels Michael and Gabriel and armed with divine weapons of unimaginable power, the legions of Heaven descended upon the blighted worlds. The onslaught shattered the unity of Hell, forcing the demonic warlords into chaotic retreat. Michael and Gabriel hunted them without mercy, wielding spears of light and swords forged in the crucible of divine wrath. Most demons perished under their blades, but then came the Elementals.

The howling that pierced through Emma’s skull like an arrow was not that of the coyote, but of the demons, as angels sent them back to Hell with swift thrusts of their swords. The Warriors’ battalions of angels were challenged at every turn—fighting for their own immortal lives while warring against those who attacked the humans. The minions were cutting down hundreds of people as they screamed and ran for their lives. Emma could hear their prayers for someone to come and save them. But she knew no one outside the area had any clue of the devastation being wrought; and she knew, as well, that no one would come, for the Brethren had secured the area with a shield to prohibit the influx of any

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.

The host must defeat the attackers and discover who is behind them. [Reward - Deathwing Angel hatch time is decreased by 50%] How the hell?

Marcus and Jax, leading the vanguard of the Ghost Army, stood before the final obstacle. The Gates of the Archangels. They were massive, towering doors made of solid, blazing white light, guarded by two Archangels—the ultimate raid bosses of the Sanctum. They were terrifying, eight-winged entities wielding weapons of pure deletion code. "We are at the Core doors, Wraith!" Marcus bellowed over the dual-reality comms, his voice tight with exhaustion. "We cannot breach! The Archangels are immune to physical and magical damage! They have a specialized mechanic!"

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

I shouldn't have believed her, believed that killer angels mean a lot to her than blood relations. Mr. Lamberto clears his throat, his voice calm but firm. “Hera, this war is between Eagle and the Shadow Riders, not us. The Killer Angels don’t need to get involved.” He voices his opinion. “ We don't need to fight their battles. If that guy didn't believe you,you shouldn't just stay away and let them figure it out themselves. We can't be doing their dirty jobs while they sit around and judge you, judge us. I heard what happened last time.” Lamberto adds. He is right about something. Killer angels doesn’t need to do the shadow riders dirty tasks but this isn't about Shadow Riders anymore.

He screams, as his body turns not to salt, but to ash, the substance falling and landing on some of the angels that are fighting below us. Some of them scream in horror, as they know that fellow comrade won't be found in Heaven or Hell. I give them a dark look so they know I mean business. The fight commences, some of the demons, fallen angels, and Nephilim taking advantage of their shock, forcing them back. Suddenly, I'm smacked with a wing os hard, I see my vision cloud with darkness as my body is flung into a building. I was so distracted by my brief victory, I didn't take account of the War Angel. It's giant eye locks onto me, and a shiver dances from my spine to my toes. Round two with

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

we were racing into the thick of battle I gunned my bike Xander Aerilyn and Raziel swept through their portal into Sparda it was chaos swarms of demon flooding through a portal Gabriel and his archangels were engaged trying to fend off a massive hell hound Cerberus beast that was trying to breakthrough There were young wingless kids cowering surrounded by demons while individual angels were fighting on their own trying to rescue helpless kids that were trapped Raziel go handle that beast at the portal he gave instruction to the black-winged archangel of destruction who flew towards the portal with a grin, it was a while since he had been unleashed Aerilyn archangel of redemption set up a bar