Arch Angel Anime Novels & Stories

A relaxed smile finally appeared on Makhaylus' face, and he drifted into deep sleep. Lysander remained by his side and pulled out the golden holy emblem hanging on his chest. Beneath it was a crystal pendant. Inside it was a photo of a woman charging forward with a blazing white sword in her hands. Arya Fleury, the Battle Angel, head of the 12 Angels and the Spear of Light of Lomuia Grand Cathedral. As the Cathedral's number one angel, she had never known defeat. Rumors said that Arya was a true angel reborn. Her beauty was breathtaking, as if a real angel had descended, and her holy power rivaled that of a god.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

Sadly, he is peering down at me as if my mere presence offends him. "Uh..." I wet my lips, trying to find words. "Aren't you going to say anything?" The angel blinks at me. He seems shocked for some reason but then spreads his wings to dart away from us like a lightning bolt, causing water to splash all over the boat. Luckily, Sleepy redirects the crashing wave with his hand. "Extremely unfriendly fellow," Sleepy snort laughs. "He looked exactly like Azrael, though."

While the fourth Angel wore a green armor manifesting the beauty of surrounding and he is Archangel Jophiel the responsible for uplifting see things from a variety of points of view. The fifth Angel releases a dove and it disappeared somewhere. So I recognize him. He is Archangel Ariel the patron saint of animals and the environment. He is also the ‘lion of God’ who protects the earth, its natural resources, ecosystems, and all wildlife. It is believed that he oversees the alignment of the sun and moon and the stars. The sixth Angel got sparkling gray curly hair and I felt a little grief with my emotion as I glance up. He is Archangel Azrael the angel of death. He helps in the transition of

Gamma smiled broadly, realizing that his fishing rod for Venus had almost hit its mark. “I know you can work on it, Venus, considering how badly I wanted to take you as my partner at the party.” *** Angel looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, her appearance looking a little feminine in a vine-leaf pattern skirt with a color similar to autumn. She will meet Rain today.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I throw my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his neck before he can lose his shit. "Azren, please," I whisper desperately, my voice shaking. "Don't get angry. Not right now. You're still burning up. I can't watch you hurt again. Please." He stays rigid for another second. Then a long, exhausted sigh leaves him. His arms slowly come around my waist, holding me close even though his body is trembling with the effort. "I'm not angry at you, Angel," he murmurs against my hair. "I think... the voice you heard was your wolf. She's waking up. She doesn't like him near you. That's why she reacted."