Arch Angel Blade Novels & Stories

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

“But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.” “Yes, she is.” “It means, I know how to handle a sword, Baldy.” “No, doubt, sweetpea.” “She’s right, Archie. You might wanna step away from her and give her a little space to breathe. Trust me, that blade can turn you into ashes in a second. And she’s fast.” “Lucky you. She’s a Nephilim. Does she get her wings already?” “Whoa. Wait.” I faced Archibald. “What do you mean by already?”

“God isn’t here to save you.” I drove the blade deeper into his chest, inch by inch, leaving a gaping wound. I shifted the blade, slicing horizontally as his intestines spilled over. “You good?” Matteo asked. Without a word, I answered with a sharp nod. No one will ever touch you again, my angel. I will always keep you safe.

“We stayed quiet thinking it was because you were hurting from the atrocities you’ve had to face at such a young age. We loved you, like our very own. We forgave every little fuck up from your side. But today, if you dare touch my sister, or even me. You’ll have it coming for you, George!” I don't remember the last time I heard Ace being addressed by that name. “Angel is in the hospital because of you, and you're not even going to have the decency to stay back and check up on her…corpse! Because that's what she is at this time, ever since you came into her life. Just what kind of a person are you?” My eyes welled up with tears as I spoke from behind Luis’ shield. “I don't have time for this

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

He was definitely a swordmaster who uses an aura of darkness. It was new for Logan as he never thought there would be a swordmaster in Brendon's raiding force. He scans Black Sword from head to toe, he is a tall, muscular and dark skinned man with bright blue eyes and pitch black hair. " Codename Mickel, I'm a fire mage. I burn down any building in a few seconds and give enemies a sudden attack. My magic is attack but there's a limit on how much I can use my mana," a ginger hair man introduces, shocking everyone present in the meeting hall except Brendon.

We never knew if Blake, Aaron or Elijah had spies in this pack, right? After examining the cut in silence for long minutes, she sighed, “It seems like there is black magic involved. I will have to ask our Beta female, Stine, to take a look at it as well. She is a Witch and works with some healing potions when needed. I am confident we will find a way to help you, Angeline,” she told me, pure shock and concern clear in her brown eyes. Surely, she hadn’t seen many wounds like that. I nodded, even though I didn’t like the idea of more people knowing what had happened to me. It was dangerous.

And as I say this, I expose one nail of my claw and smile back at him, "I need to keep an eye on you so that you keep your little eyes of my wife." With that, he only but hops two steps away from me and goes to stand next to Edward that is finding all of this rather amusing. But one that does not is Connor that is standing and shaking his head at me again, "Are you going to be a problem?" "No, my dear friend," then I slip my Angel blade firm in my hand. "I am ready, so let us get this over with." So we all arm ourselves with a range of rather impressive weapons, Angel blades for both Connor, Ethan, Cas, and me, the Colt tightly tucked in the back of my pants and one in the hands of Connor al

Just as Tenshi looked at that rectangular thing from above was the exact time when Amorivia got stabbed with a sword. Not only that, it was the angel whom was wearing a hood who did it, displaying only his wicked smile. After the Angel withdrew the sword, he pulled Amorivia's hair, throwing her to the side like garbage. That evil act just sent fire to The Lost Boy's heart. Seeing the lady he hurt get killed like that, he wants to go on a rampage.