Apocalypse Archangel Novels & Stories

We do not have time to indulge ourselves in our sexual needs. Tempted to give in, with want burning me from the inside out, but I can’t. I need to find it before all ends, before I can cause more despair in this world. I have already unleashed some of it into the world, for I am Apocalypse.

Only, not a single person is awake to witness it. This time, Christmas gift to humanity is apocalypse. Santa rushed to make it an early delivery.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

“Not yet. He’s fighting… Somehow, he is fighting.” Bishop stepped forward, pale under the electric storm, his arrogance cracking. “You fools don’t understand! He’s beyond control. Azrael’s seed—it’s the apocalypse in a body!” Vex’s face twisted into something dark, a smile with no humour. “Then why aren’t we celebrating?” Because, I realised with icy clarity, that victory was impossible. Luca’s energy surged outward, consuming cars, tearing buildings, and ripping chunks of asphalt into the air. The Serpents we had seen arriving moments before were obliterated by mere proximity.

At the same time, at Pope Augheimer's small wooden house, a tiny one with just a bed, a desk, and two chairs, the Pope was reading a Bible with clouded eyes. After a moment, a portal suddenly appeared in that house. A large, middle-aged man clad in armor with a cross hanging from his waist and a thick beard on his face stepped out of the portal. The man seemed to have just experienced a dangerous battle. There were various traces of battle on his armor, and dark red flames flowed within the armor. "Dear Augustus, it seems like this trip didn't go so well." The Pope looked at the man with a kind smile. Augustus was the Chief Archangel of the Church of the Holy Illuminati.

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse. But they never even had the chance to grow up because they died at the hands of Damien, the beast! I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to rush out right now and kill my enemy with my own hands. At that moment, Briar, who was in his arms, suddenly turned her gaze toward me, her eyes filled with smugness and satisfaction. "Lyra, you look upset. Are you upset with Briar?" Mother walked over and pinched my arm hard while Father shot me a reproachful look. I suppressed my hat

While the fourth Angel wore a green armor manifesting the beauty of surrounding and he is Archangel Jophiel the responsible for uplifting see things from a variety of points of view. The fifth Angel releases a dove and it disappeared somewhere. So I recognize him. He is Archangel Ariel the patron saint of animals and the environment. He is also the ‘lion of God’ who protects the earth, its natural resources, ecosystems, and all wildlife. It is believed that he oversees the alignment of the sun and moon and the stars. The sixth Angel got sparkling gray curly hair and I felt a little grief with my emotion as I glance up. He is Archangel Azrael the angel of death. He helps in the transition of

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

Esme shakes her head while some of the other women giggle as if the answer to my question should be obvious. "Goodness me, you know nothing, do you?" Esme stops cleaning the angel and approaches me, pointing at who I think must be Azrael, even though I have yet to confirm it. "That angel over there is Azrael, the angel who appeared out of nowhere two weeks ago. He protects our town from evil, and we pay him by taking care of him after his battles." I take a deep breath with my eyes locked on Azrael. My heart is experiencing tiny, bittersweet flutters. "So it is you..."