Archangel Demon Novels & Stories

Hours Ago: When the Prisoners escaped: In the most hidden, forgotten chambers, the Archangels sat in their brilliant cages. Alone from the others, Gabriel was enclosed in a prison of silver laced with Sanctis Venin—the Holy Bane. The poison, designed by Na’ara from the essence of her corruption, demon blood, and a tear of a mortal saint, burned through his angelic vessels like molten fire. His wings, pierced by great nails coated with the same venom, drooped in agonizing defeat.

His expression stoic and his posture relaxed but domineering. His calm domineer scared the living hell out of her. He looked more like the devil walking in flesh and bone. "Stay away from me." She screamed and thrashed harder against the chains and moved back on instinct when they didn't budge, her eyes reflecting rage and panic. Memories of how he injected that liquid into her hours, made her squirm. Cassian didn't answer. He walked to were she was, at the corner of the kind sized bedand sat down.

So, he wanted to find something that could restore him to his glorious self. The Angel of Death began to search for Mira in the realm because he knew why all Angels objected to the demon wolf’s existence as a new species in the world. He knew why everyone feared the demon wolf. The Angels were already restless when the Moon Goddess presented her idea to create demon wolves as a new species.

Before Rafael could flap his wings, Louis had appeared beside him and rudely grabbed the angel's wrist and raised his voice loud and clear. "Happy with you alone? You can't be happy with an angel. Neither with a demon. But it's not up to you to decide with whom he can be happy! ”Suddenly blue and white flames flared up and Rafael found himself with its owner in a circle of fire from which there was no escape. A swallow could be heard and it seemed as if the fire was consuming so much of the pure angels. Again and again the flames licked in his direction. Rafael let his gaze wander, then looked directly into two dangerously glowing rubies. Now Louis had also assumed his true form and stood be

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.

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.

But his brain and his heart was in sync, and doing somersaults and singing Britney fucking Spears’ Toxic. Then zip. Jeans gone. Fingers trailing down. Over his underwear. Then the man cupped it. Angel gasped. His whole body lit up like a bloody Christmas tree with boundary issues. ‘God, it was delicious.’ “Ahhh… hahhh… please…” Angel moaned. “Please what?” the demon teased. “D-do something… anything, you psychotic incubus!” The demon leaned in—smirking. His eyes were glowing like polished steel. Like molten silver.

He replied. "Angel is just the name I have given you!" I said, feeling irritated. "No, Mary. I'm a real angel. The name was just a coincidence." He responded with a smile. I looked at him to see if he's trying to prank me. But then, he looks like he's not lying about it. "Mary, look at those winged creatures from that side! Those are the demons who work for the devil himself!" Angel whispered. I looked in that direction and saw the demons he was talking about. They look like the angels from what other people have described. White clothes, a halo, and a pair of wings. But then I saw them attacking another creature. Their eyes are red as hellfire. They are the demons!

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"