Arcangel Lucifer Novels & Stories

Abu asked and all the angels stood quietly, still in surprise and desperately waiting for the Archangel’s answer. He let out a heavy breath, “There is an only way to kill the vampire, Abu. You knew that there’s a way, don’t ever forget that,’’ he frowned and Abu gulped in fear, clearing his throat and stood up, he knew that only way, and he was against it. As a vampire, angels were also immortal but of course, there’s also a way to put an immortal to the fire of death, there was always a way to kill them no matter how immortal you knew they were.

As he was about to start telling me everything about the prophecy. That's what I called it. Is it not a prophecy when we are told about an event that would happen. "Let me start from the beginning. When Lucifer figured a way out to make his trees grow taller and stronger, that was the day when four archangels, Angel Gabriel, Angel Michael, Angel Azrael and Angel Raphael were sent on earth to find the truth believers. People who believed in Angels and demons and heaven and hell and in God and of course, in Lucifer and all his plans about the post apocalypse. The angels found a few men in billions of other men. They were the true believers. And they believed everything blindly." My dad started

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

He couldn't bear the pain and coiled into himself like a child. "Lord Lucifer" Lucas assisted Lucifer and helped him out of the corridor which is nothing but chaos. Blood is spilling and bodies are piling. Belial is killing the warriors one after another with a single blow. Lucifer is now lying on his bed in his chamber. "Let me heal you" Lucas offered. But the fallen angel shook his head.

Lucifer “Aren’t you still an archangel, Michael? What happened to the bad-ass archangel from twenty-five years ago? You gotta take your mate by her ass and tell her how it is. Chicks dig that kinda shit.” Ares plopped down on the thick leather chair, not caring that sweat and blood dripped on the expensive upholstery.

He was on the same age as him or maybe younger, eyes gray. "The orb has chosen me, there is no need for them to come." "I see," the guardian smiled lizard like, bringing his hands at the back of his head, turning to face the other way. "You were one of Keisuke's tsundere character, huh? The one introduced as cold and dangerous. I bet you betrayed him and he expected that." "You seemed to hate the Angel of Death just by your tone of speaking his name." "Oh yes," Pika hissed, sobbing a laughter. "Me, a great Archangel getting reprimand by that stone cold bastard! Do you know how annoyed I am when that idiot giggles? I don't get why I have to do this for him!"

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Cool fingers met his heated skin. ‘Cold!’ Angel whimpered and squirmed. “W-what is that?” he asked in-between kisses. The asshole answered simply: “Lube.” He poured it all. “Of course, you’re a fucking boy scout, you damned incubus…” his face was red as hell. The man only chuckled on the nickname. “You are a literal demon scout leader!” Angel continued. The devil laughed out loud again. Then one slick hand wrapped around Angel’s hardness. Pumped. Firm.