Archangel Demon Novels & Stories

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

Angelica had demon blood in her veins giving her the ability of compulsion and glamour. I watched at black thick liquid began to ooze out of her mouth, nose, and ears. I dropped Angelica on the ground and felt my chest heave. My Seraphina was here. My mate was here, and there was no way I was leaving without her. She was the angel to my demon. The light to my dark. I was led to her as she was led to me. My angel. My everything and no one would keep me from her.

“Order fights for the light while chaos fights for darkness. Never forget the boundary between good and evil just because you started to frolic with a pathetic zombie!” This action of the arch angel earned him a deep frown from Damon who remained as a third party not until he could tell that he needed to meddle between two angels. The moment the leader of the arch angels was about to raise his hand again for a second slap against the apprentice angel, Damon decided that it was the right time step forward. On cue, Damon stepped in between the father and son as he caught the arch angel’s wrist. A pair of dark blue eyes and ruby red ones met halfway.

"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

Even so, he refused to expose himself, so he formed a protective shield in front of him. This would contain the purification of light emanating from the magnificent Archangel. The great demon saw his demons crystallizing. Even the bravest of them were shaken by what happened next. The crystal statues exploded into a thousand pieces. Creating a sparkling cloud around them. Their heads were covered in crystal dust. Armaloth did not take his eyes off him, He had to be careful with this Archangel. Because his purifying energy was so powerful. That even he could run the risk of being affected. That truth made him temper with resentment and hatred towards the beings of light.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

Somehow, that only makes the guilt in my chest worse. “Good,” she says, patting my hand like I’m still seven. “Then listen to someone older and stop arguing like you know more than the Church. I’ve lived long enough to know what you’re facing, Angel. I entered this convent before you could even walk. Demons are God’s creations who chose evil. They are ugly, cold, and unclean. That’s all you need to know.”

The bad man looks at her with hatred. "If you offend us, we can curse you. Today, I am cursing the Demon named Ornan, the second son of the late lord of the underworld, that he no longer be able to regenerate his flesh and blood like any other immoral. His soul will be forever exiled to the dark world" she says and a yellow light comes from her and hits the bad man. This time the bad guy falls on the ground with a cry of pain. "Guardian Angels can't kill anyone, only warrior Angels can. That's the only reason your spirit still belongs to this world" she says glaring at him.

and now what azeazel didn't know would most definitely hurt him, I had been secretly learning things from other angels who had passed through this city, Demon Hunter Angels had been only too happy to teach me about sigils and traps and bindings used to capture and seal demons if they were too powerful to be killed outright, And a kindly Scribe Angel had once imparted to me the knowledge to perform protective spells and summoning to call down certain powerful beings, And Gaudian Angels didn't mind a helping hand every once in a while, when they needed a break from their post of watching over the city, in exchange for some extra training time, Tonight, I would summon Sammael the keeper of the

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.