Arcangel Lucifer Novels & Stories

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.

I cannot use any super strength or anything that is extra ordinary because I am just a human. It is like we are two people living in one body and everyone has a mind of her own. If Isabela gets mad at me, there is nothing I can do to force her out because that will be devastating to both of us. I was wondering what Lucien has done to anger his other self when I heard him say in an extremely annoyed voice. “He refuses to help me because I have never let him meet you.” Lucien spoke in an annoyed voice. “What?” I was shocked. Andy refused to help Lucien just because he has never let him meet me? Didn’t he know that if Lucien dies, then he dies too?

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

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.

For the first time, he had failed. There it was again. That chill…the same chill he got every time an angel was near. However, this wasn't just any angel. This was Lucius, an angel that had the power to destroy a planet single handedly. He was a danger to the entire universe, and there was no one that could stop his rampages. Many had tried, and all had failed. He was unbeatable. The angel was too good at what he did. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't opposed. In fact, there was one man who refused to give up. For the past ten human years, Lucius had been hunted, and his pursuer had yet to give up.

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.