Apocalypse Archangel Mga Nobela at Kwento

He walks straight to me and my body freezes, I’ve always been scared of this guy, he’s got a bad reputation, and I’ve never wanted to be on his bad side. “You”, he says, pointing at me. I take one step back as Gabe positions himself in front of me, and Ethan and Mel stay on my side; River just went to the bathroom as she said the baby was pushing her bladder out of her body. “Move, Gabriel”, Raphael says, and Gabe doesn’t budge. Raphael pushes him out of the way, and I have to say I am impressed with the strength of the old man. He grabs me by my collar and pulls me away from everyone and onto the corridor. I hear Mel shouting at Raphael to let me go as Gabe walks next to her. Raphael pushes

- 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.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Sitting flawlessly at the head of the long mahogany table, illuminated only by the faint red glow of the emergency floor lights, was Julian Cross. The Archangel wasn't wearing a thermal re-breather mask. He wore a pristine, bespoke charcoal suit. His hands were folded neatly on the table. He didn't look surprised that they were alive. He looked directly at Zara, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his aristocratic face. "Flawless architecture, Sovereign," the Archangel murmured smoothly, his voice echoing in the massive room. "I heard the exhaust turbines engage five minutes ago. You always were brilliant with infrastructure."

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

“Is it finally happening? Are we going to end this nightmare?” She nods. “The archangels came. They told the ruling gods that with primordial gods like Lucifer, the further they are from their mate, the more vulnerable they are. If they can separate you two, an angel can kill him. They summoned Hades to help figure out a way to sneak someone into the Underworld—or get Lucifer out of it. Charon’s supposed to wait at one of the entrances and bring them across the Styx.” I open my mouth to say something—

The most popular archangels, present in most faiths, are Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael. Ps : I saw explanations from several sources. See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

the other looked at him expectantly waiting for him to disclose what he knew about the picture. "He is apocalypse " Lucifer repeated in a daze. "Yes, that part of someone in that picture being apocalypse, we understood that. But who is it? and why does he giving you so much stress" Lucian asked in a concerned voice. "When I was still a warrior Angel, a human elderly woman said that I would be Apocalypse" he murmured absentmindedly. Everyone in the room froze at this statement. But what none of them understood was, who is this apocalypse and why is Lucifer stressing so much about it.

“You want me to help him?” Silence. Then, “You will not interfere.” Kaelith tilted his head. “And if I do?” The Archangel’s presence intensified. “You will cease.” A beat. Then Kaelith smiled again. Slow. Amused. “…that’s fair.” The Archangel turned its gaze back to Aurelian. “There will be no hesitation.” “Yes.” The answer came. But something beneath it, Shifted. The Archangel raised its hand once more. The realm began to collapse.