Archangel Nathaniel Novels & Stories

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

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱ Quinn fell and we kept watching. Watching with our narcissistic father as his "favorite angel" proved himself on earth with mortals who had defended. She was trying, trying hard. She was wounded, she was lost, and now she had a mortal body, nothing more than an ordinary human body and those who were to worship her by their choice and goodwill did not even notice her.

ANGELA. I was walking in the school hallway going to our classroom when I suddenly saw a tall man with a black backpack worn over his left shoulder walking ahead of me. Just by the way that he walks and the way he wore his bag, and of course from his all-black outfit, I think I already know who he is. It’s Lucifer. I’m really happy that he’s starting to attend our classes again. After all, even if he’s already intelligent and he seems not to have any reasons to study anymore because his family is already rich, I think it’s still important to go to school to learn things that one cannot get anywhere.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

Nathaniel nodded very seriously, then walked down the hall at a speed that was only slightly slower than running. Lena and Adrian followed. Angelica lay in her crib blinking slowly at the morning light that filtered through the curtains. Her tiny hand moved lazily in the air as if she were discovering the world for the first time all over again. Nathaniel leaned carefully against the crib railing. “Hi Angelica,” he whispered with great importance. Angelica stared at him with wide, curious eyes. Nathaniel turned back toward Adrian. “She missed me.” Adrian smiled faintly. “Yes.”

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

They had come for him. Angel couldn’t count how many he killed but he left quite a trail on his path, rushing up the stairs with the intent to find Antonio Rufus's sons and of course Nadia — sweet Nadia, naive Nadia, who thought she could use him as some subject of atonement. She figured she got to get away -- walk the fuck away from him? He was going to show her she had indeed made the mistake of trusting him. She figured that was it. That was all she had to do to get to walk away? She was in for a big surprise.

Unbeknownst to Maleficent, her gaze towards her mother softened though it sharpened when her gaze shifted to Gabriel the Faithful. “Young lord!” The envoy of Gabriel the Faithful who came with Angelo as a peacemaker gathered around the young guardian angel apprentice. Along the angels who had shred their disguised, the army of narakas and fallen angels led by the deceased Commandant Demonyo also surrounded the hostage taking scene even when the halfling prince and the Glutton heir were slumped behind them without a single fallen angel or a naraka but a young wounded jaguar.

While it was strange, and rather annoying that it took so long, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my time with the little Human. It’s funny how time can change things. It was almost as if the realms were playing a cruel joke on me. I’m Dominik, the dark side of an Archangel. I have no good in me, and I haven’t loved anyone ever in my entire life. Yet here I am, falling for a frail Human girl with bright blue eyes. How?