Archangel Alexander Novels & Stories

I didn't though. Only because I didn’t have a pan with me. "I am not your brother, Alexander. Not after you betrayed your father and I." The angel next to me shot his 'brother' a cold glare. I still had no idea what their relationship was and how Alexander became a fallen angel in the first place but by the tension that rose around me, I could tell it was something serious.

He knows even if the world falls, this person won’t hesitate to hold the world for him because this person is a guardian angel in his life. “Alex.” Hearing this name, Alex felt he had passed the most challenging time in his life, and the lightness wiped off the darkness. “Master.” Alex’s voice was shaking when he took this name.

I always thought that angels were just fiction, which, when you think about it, is funny since humans believed the same thing about our goddess. Humans, just like us, have their deities. I never paid much attention to their religion or beliefs, but now looking at my wings, I can’t help but wonder if I’d been wrong to brush off their beliefs in their gods and angels. I take a step back when I think of the power that had drummed through me when I was beating the hell out of Alec. Everything happened so fast, and the only thing I remember before my body shot up into the clouds was pure, undiluted pain and fierce anger. Those and the need to protect those I loved. I knew that Alec would go throu

It was the Cry of the Creator. Miguel dragged himself through dark alleys, being flogged by the rain, which descended hot and painfully through the stumps of wings at the top of his back. He was bleeding, staggering, and passed through empty sidewalks, crawling against the walls that made shadows in every new thunder that rumbled in the skies. The most Vraxious archangel in heaven, the one who judged humans and determined who was worthy to enter paradise, was fleeing from his obligations. The archangel continued on foot to his goal, a very discreet and familiar apartment complex. This time, he didn't come through the terrace, he didn't land with his beautiful and imperious wings. He came wal

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

He could have chosen anyone. Alexi smooths back more of my hair, careful fingers on his fragile prize, and kisses me on the forehead softly before wiping away some of my tears. Sill standing in this brightly lit deserted hall with no sign of his brother or Alessandra anymore. “You’re my fallen angel. I mean, your halo is a little crooked and your wings are a little burnt, but what other kind of angel would overlook my conduct? I think it makes you even more addictive. I like a lot of naughty with my nice. And your particular brand of sexy and devil red makes for a combination that was made for me. I was never going to settle for a nice girl, London. I need a challenge, someone to put me in m

"Am not saying it's wrong to look out for her, but you are taking it too far." "I don't want any guy close to her." Raphael blurts out without thinking, making Christopher give him a weird look. Comprehending what he just said, he gives Christopher a calm look. _________________________🖊 Alexandra swallows the lump in her throat, before trying to adjust on the bed, she had her head buried into her blanket, inhaling the sweet scents. Funny enough there where still tears stain on her cheek. No one had ever called her a slut. And she read meanings to Raphael calling her one.

He doesn’t look much older than us, which makes it hard to explain to people that he’s our foster father. Alex is the one who brought us all together. He’s the big brother we never had. Being part of the Supernatural world can be a burden, especially if you’re an orphan. But Alex never made us feel unwelcome, which makes the burden easier to bear. I flex my back, feeling my wings strain against my shirt. I’m one of the few Nephilim who has wings. It’s rare for half-human, half-angel hybrids to develop wings. Some Nephilim are unaware of what they are, like Nevaeh. Up until she met Mikhail, she didn’t know that supernatural being existed. She finds out soon after that that her real father is

said Isabella, expressing her perception of Xavier. “He is Lucifer, the morning star, and also known as the fallen angel. Hell is not introduced with faith, so it's natural for you to have such a strong sense,” Alexander said casually, wiping the stain away from his lips. Bella's heart sank upon hearing who Xavier was, not only she was surrounded by devils but also she had spent a major time with him. The frown over her beautiful feature came from the knowledge Alexander had given but it was just a mere piece. What if she got to know the rest that had been written on her faith? Could she be able to think straight?