Archangel 12 Novels & Stories

Mason's POV: "ANGEL!" My blood ran cold as I rushed towards her lifeless body. Cradling her head in my lap, I took in her unconscious form, panic setting in my bones, as I watched her lie there, unresponsive. "Angel!" I called out again, in hopes of seeing her open her beautiful eyes. Holding her face in my hand, I gave her cheek a slight tap only to find out her face was flushed and hot to the touch. I realized she had a high fever.

He laughed so hard that tears formed at the corners of his eyes. “Yet, that idiot Victor kept the box and threw away the Christmas gift himself,” he sneered and shook his head mockingly. “Rachel, he’s not worth your loyalty.” He extended his hand again. “I want you as my blade, and my patience is limited.” I shook my head. “I refuse to join the Falcone family.” Vincenzo’s sharp gaze swept across my face. “I have a better idea.” I smiled as I reached into my bag and took out the ring that symbolized the Donna, placing it in his palm.

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.

Ethan inquired "I am good. Trust you are good too," Andrews replied "I am good. I need you to do something for me. My fiancee just left this place and I know she is upset with me. I need you to pick up some pieces of jewellery and nine-roses and have them delivered to her house for me," Ethan requested "No problem, Sir," Andrews replied "Here is her address," Ethan wrote Jacqueline's address on a piece of paper and gave it to Andrews. "When do you want them delivered?" Andrews asked

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

"Archangel of Mercy, take these Cursebane Pills into the 18th Hell. Question Aryella and Asketel. Find out what Sylvester and the High Marshal are plotting. Get everything." "As you command." The Archangel of Mercy was thrilled. The 18th Hell wasn't somewhere one could just stroll into. Even for an Archangel, access was rare—let alone meeting the infamous demons, Aryella and Asketel. However, the moment she stepped past the gate, a wave of murderous intent engulfed her. "Who's there?" The Archangel of Mercy went on full alert. When she saw the figure step from the shadows, she quickly bowed. "Mr. Barstaple, I am the Archangel of Mercy, one of the nine Archangels. I was sent to deliver the Cu

Sitting flawlessly at the head of the long mahogany table, illuminated only by the faint red glow of the emergency floor lights, was Julian Cross. The Archangel wasn't wearing a thermal re-breather mask. He wore a pristine, bespoke charcoal suit. His hands were folded neatly on the table. He didn't look surprised that they were alive. He looked directly at Zara, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his aristocratic face. "Flawless architecture, Sovereign," the Archangel murmured smoothly, his voice echoing in the massive room. "I heard the exhaust turbines engage five minutes ago. You always were brilliant with infrastructure."

Emerial's Family Tree Archangel Jophiel – Great Grandmother Angel of Justice, Wisdom, Understanding Human – Age 408 Edward – Great Grandfather Veteran of Northern Wars Nephelium – Age 388 Joseph – Grandfather Veteran of Thirty Years War Angel Powers - Justice and Wisdom Archangel Camael – Grandmother Angel of Leader of the Powers Strength, Courage, War Archangel Michael – Father General in Gods Army Angel of Death Go between for God and Hades More Angel than Human - Age 368 Angelica – Mother Veteran of the Anglo - Dutch Wars Angel of Wisdom, Understanding, Courage New Angel - Age 348 Emerial – (Rial) Rapper Name Angel of War, Truth, and Justice First Lieutenant in Gods Army

Even Vlad as an Archangel had simple black feathers and blonde hair with dark brown eyes, all lesser angels had white feathers, this made her unique, but unique isn't always a good thing. "For your sin of lust, you are sentenced-" "You did this!" Hannabelle cut him off. "... You are sentenced to exile," Vlad finished, barely pausing after her outburst. Grabbing her by the hair, Vlad dragged the angel to a gaping hole in the floor, he forced her to her knees before tearing her cloak from her body. Hannabelle shuddered with shock at the sudden sensation of cold air on the wounds down her back. Now the tears came... not from the shame of her nudity, not from the pain of her wounds, but simply t

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.