Arcangel Haniel Novels & Stories

he asked worriedly. “Healing”, she answered, “I’m an Angel Ascendant, I’m afraid I can’t really tell you which Angel is my Ascendant Bond, but all angels have 'Healing' as a debuff-skill”, she explained, “And I’m incredibly glad for it at this moment”, she huffed, and then turned to the woman, “You said you have a schedule of his, could you let me know what it is?” she asked quietly. “You don’t have his permission”, Yana answered automatically.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

"Relinque daemonium!" For a moment, too brief for the human eye to notice, Abezethibod was restored to her former glory. A Cherubim called Anael, who had so enjoyed bringing love and compassion to the human race, eros being her strong point. Her youngest sister Haniel, the angel of agape, missed her something fierce. She looked at me with her chimeric face as it should be, graceful and elegant like a Babylonian lamassu. "I'm sorry," she cried. "I don't know why I'm like this. Please don't hate me."

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

She mumbles in distress. Lucifer swallows deep before he asks. “You’re Lana, but you’re not quite Lana anymore, are you? What’s your name, Seraphim?” Lana bites her lip and looks down at her lap. “Hadraniel. My name is Hadraniel.” Lucifer flinches back as if he’d been slapped in the face, his mouth tightening with an untold emotion. “Hadraniel? The angel of love. That’s what your name means?”

he took another deep breath and held her hands in his before glancing deep in her eyes, "Will you be my girlfriend, Angel?" "No."

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

That was most definitely true. “So, you’re the angel who volunteered to help our dearest grandmother?” Anelia swallowed her food, before looking at Dave. Angel? She was definitely no angel and she did not exactly volunteer to work for Mrs Hally. Her eyes skittered over to Dexter, who sat back watching in silence, for a second before settling back on Dave. “Uh, I wouldn’t really call myself an angel but yeah I’ve been helping her out which I guess I won’t be doing anymore, considering she has now moved to her home.”