Arcangel Haniel Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.

My hands were shaking as I hugged him. Were they really dead? All of them? Am I free from them? I'm overwhelmed with the fact that there's no more chasing. No more running away. I cried as I hugged the wolf tighter. My angel wolf. Mistaking my cries for distress, the wolf whined and licked those tears away. I didn't mind that it was literally on someone's head just a few moments ago. This angel wolf of mine saved my life.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

The hiccup unwantedly left my mouth, "I'd really thought we had a special connection, I thought our bond is special like those couples in the books." "We of course have a special connection, Angel. You are my mate," He spoke caressing my cheek, "But our relationship is something different than humans because I am not a....human." So wasn't I.... "What are you then?" I found myself asking. "A Lycan," He sighed out. Lycan......

The darkness was consuming him. The powerful Archangel Uriel closed his eyes. And his energy stopped emanating from his being. Then he carefully lowered Nathanael to the ground. In a gesture of gratitude and respect, he kissed his hand and bowed his head. Afterwards, he turned to his teacher Miguel and went to him.

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

"Archangel of Mercy, take these Cursebane Pills into the 18th Hell. Question Aryella and Asketel. Find out what Sylvester and the High Marshal are plotting. Get everything." "As you command." The Archangel of Mercy was thrilled. The 18th Hell wasn't somewhere one could just stroll into. Even for an Archangel, access was rare—let alone meeting the infamous demons, Aryella and Asketel. However, the moment she stepped past the gate, a wave of murderous intent engulfed her. "Who's there?" The Archangel of Mercy went on full alert. When she saw the figure step from the shadows, she quickly bowed. "Mr. Barstaple, I am the Archangel of Mercy, one of the nine Archangels. I was sent to deliver the Cu

A man now stood in the middle of the room, and when his head turned to look in my direction, I could swear he was Joffrey’s twin, minus his structure. “Ambrogio.” Came from my lips just above a whisper, as I was sure it had to be him. His eyes looked at me with what looked like recognition in them, as he moved to my side with the speed of light, while he whispers, “Selene.” Before he places his hands on my cheeks, but as his hands touch my flesh, he quickly realizes that I wasn’t Selene, making him retract them. Staring at me with a confused look on his face, I break the silence within the room, as I say to him, “My name is Angelica. I am Selene’s greatest granddaughter.”

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

He was shuddering and couldn’t respond. “I am Archangel Aries, the Head of this Cascade!” a loud booming voice resonated throughout the room. I looked up and saw a muscular Archangel. “We have gathered to witness The Hearing of these angels before me: Port, of Herald’s Ville, and Doom, of Reaper’s Lair. These two angels are allegedly in a romantic relationship,” My world crumbled.