Apocalypse Archangel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you understand what that means?" I shake my head, confused, and the Archangel peers over at Dominic as if communicating something, pausing for a moment before his eyes are back on mine. "It means Samuel and Laila will need to help as well." Dear God, this can't be happening. I can't go through that kind of devastation again. We came so close to losing Samuel. What if Deumus succeeds? Reading my fear, the Archangel moves closer, his height going well above Dominic and me. He moves with such gentleness, such care as the soft yellow glow surrounding his enormous frame intensifies his deep, blue eyes. He's not of this world. He never was.

“The Creator for one. There’s also the last original archangels, Michael, Gabriel and Rafael. I can ask Michael, but I doubt he’s the one who did it.” “How about Gabriel and Rafael?” he asks. I shake my head, “I’m not sure. I haven’t seen either of them since my fall. Last I heard, they were still in heaven and very much loyal to The Creator. I honestly don’t see what reason they’d have for doing something like this, considering it will give me more power over Earth.” Fallon’s scowl deepens. “And we won’t know if this is an actual apocalyptic event unless another sign appears. Are you going to speak to Michael?”

He started, lowering his gaze on his lap for a few moments, “Usually, only the ones who had fallen from grace have black wings...” “But I...” He paused again for a moment, “Because of who I am, I was also blessed with neutrality...which means that I can freely walk in both Heaven and Hell as well, completely unaffected.” “Why?” I simply asked, suddenly drawing his attention back on me. He sighed, his deep blue orbs twinkling with an emotion I obviously failed to read as he stared deep into my eyes, “I am the Archangel of Death, Blake. This is my job. I have to guide the souls to their final destination, whether is to heavenly peace or eternal torment...” He quietly explained, making me sudde

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

“Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…” I thought for a moment before saying, “The one who sinned was Victor. You’re just another victim of his. You may have disrespected me before, but now that you’ve repented, I’ve decided to show you some mercy. Now, get out and never appear before me again.” Sophia bowed her head in gratitude, scrambling as she fled the study. When she reached the gates of the estate, a sudden light burst into her eyes.

Ding! {Extended Lifespan unlocked.} "Huh?" Ivy blinked, clearly caught off guard this time. Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Does that mean… I can't die in this world?" she asked, her tone laced with both excitement and disbelief. Ding! {It means you will not die easily, host.} {In the first apocalypse, you survived for ten years before dying.} Ivy's expression stiffened slightly at the reminder.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

“Maya’s parents will not tell you anything helpful. I was one of the first vampires created by Abbadon. The one you call The Morning Star.” Oh shit. My stomach contracts painfully, and I’m suddenly nauseous with fear. “The angel?” My voice rises about two octaves, and I wish it wouldn’t. “The one from The Bible?” I glance at Edric. He has no idea who or what Abaddon was…is. “He is the destroyer. The archangel of the abyss,” I tell him, “the bringer of death in the end times.” He doesn’t look nearly scared enough for my liking. Gabriel smiles. “We are amused that he ended up the human bible. But yes, he is a dangerous creature. Powerful and vengeful.”

Suddenly, the crystallized ground we were standing on began to turn necrotic. The angelic contingent immediately stopped. And among them, an old acquaintance whom I had never expected to see again emerged. He took a few steps forward, and I had to decrease the intensity of my energy. He watched my army and then, he paid special attention to the horsemen of the apocalypse. They should be on the heavenly side, not mine, but some circumstances have put them in my path. “Armaloth, my friend, there has been a long time without you being around.”