Apocalypse Archangel Novels & Stories

The leader of the angel soldiers walks in our direction while the rest of the soldiers go straight to the gate to protect the barriers. "You're Dylan, I presumed," he formally asked me. He looks dignified but polite. I find him very intimidating. "Yeah, and you are?" I casually said. I tried to act cool. I'm a freakin' Supreme Being! Who could level with that? "I'm Amenadiel an Archangel and the commander in charge of this division," he said in a low baritone voice. Even his voice sounds impressive, but I ignored it and act casually. "Well, it's about time that you guys show up! This place is about to collapse," I reported to him.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

"That's the one!" Saye peeps. I shouldn't be surprised because the world isn't as every day as people believe it to be. There are unearthly beings in this world that no humans have ever known. They only see them in aspects of media for entertainment. But to think, the real Azrael is before me in the flesh. However, his name in the bible describes a fallen angel, an archangel like Lucifer who rebelled against the heavens. I guess the history of angels and demons as mortal enemies is true. Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased.

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

—Rosemary Ellen Guiley Abaddon (Apollyon) Angel of death, destruction, and the netherworld. The name Abaddon is derived from the Hebrew term for “to destroy” and means “place of destruction.” Apollyon is the Greek name. In MAGIC Abaddon is often equated with SATAN and SAMAEL. His name is evoked in conjuring spells for malicious deeds. Abaddon is the prince who rules the seventh hierarchy of DEMONs, the ERINYES, or Furies, who govern powers of evil, discord, war, and devastation. Originally, Abaddon was a place and not an angel or being. In rabbinic writings and the Old Testament, Abaddon is primarily a place of destruction and a name for one of the regions of Gehenna (see HELL). The term occ

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.

"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.

Before, she thought it was code names from the Holy Order, but now, looking at the men before her, were they Archangels as well? Sister Melisa was listening to Blake, and as shocked as she was, she doubted his words and thought he was spewing nonsense. Who would believe that he spoke to Archangel Michael, and much less that there would be an apocalyptic event in the making from the angels? Father Azrael and Chamuel will expose the truth and dispel this heathen’s lies.

Their protective wall was burning out. "Run, get her out of here" I commanded as he ran by. I felt a huge gust of air and when I turned around, both he and Ava were gone. With their protective wall down, the hoard was now back to running to us, to kill. The weapons of the Archangel started to glow brightly as they came closer and suddenly, I understood. They were designed to kill demons.