Archangel Nathaniel Novels & Stories

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

The voice echoes in the space between them. He bows. "Yes, Lord." “You have an assignment”. Nathanael attempts to hide the smile in his bow, but it’s obviously written across his face. A female Virtue with hair pink as the sunset brings him a scroll. Taking it in his hands, he slowly unrolls it to read his next assignment: Notice of Reassignment Archangel: Nathanael Assignment: Guardian to Human Report immediately to Coordinates: 42.3064’N, 78.0164’W

The darkness was consuming him. The powerful Archangel Uriel closed his eyes. And his energy stopped emanating from his being. Then he carefully lowered Nathanael to the ground. In a gesture of gratitude and respect, he kissed his hand and bowed his head. Afterwards, he turned to his teacher Miguel and went to him.

Confused, Angela remained silent and let Nathan explain everything. “Alright, I’ll start telling you everything from the beginning, Angela. I hope … you can understand why I had to hide everything,” said Nathan, now making Angela feel nervous. “My name is Nathaniel Lee, that’s … my real name. And as people say, I share a name with a former general of the Kingdom of Veldera whose reputation was once tarnished by false accusations,” Nathan explained. Angela swallowed hard; suddenly she felt very nervous. “Honey, it’s not that we share the same name, but I am indeed Nathaniel Lee, the war general who was exiled from the palace.”

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

❤️Prologue❤️ The days I've spent with you are better than forever and eternity combined. "Zachriel's mind was to become a full-time archangel once the final trial ended and he returned to Celes. He was confident in his intelligence and ability to adapt to the world of mortals. His heart to the members of the family who embraced him. Especially the girl Kendra. Whenever he was seen by the girl's mother Edmingard had a feeling that the woman seemed to be living in the innermost part of her personality. Chance?

Said grip now slowly loosened, then Nathaniel stepped aside and pulled her arm through his. "Come on", he said, and brought her to greet other guests. When the General saw Nathaniel leave, he heaved a sigh. "You can't just go around assuming things, Angel. As far as I know, they might not even be a pair. You see, this man is kind of peticular. He gets his orders from the highest position. The last time I saw him, his group of warriors had infiltrated the army we were fighting, turning against them at the critical point in battle. If not for him, I might be dead already!"

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

He cursed at his luck, kicking dirt into the air, he just had to be the one to tell it to Renard. The Arch Angel lived lavishly as befitting the self proclaimed ruler of the earth, he was the only Angel known to have multiple human slaves which he never allowed out of the house except for Ben, and in a crooked but also good way, Renard was actually providing shelter and safety for the humans that he kept.

The electronic voice echoed. He tried again. “Identity verification failed.” In a panic, he started pounding on the iron gates, shouting hoarsely, “Open the door! I’m Victor Medici! I want to see Rachel!” From the surveillance screen, I watched everything unfold. Leonardo glanced at the monitor and asked, “Donna Medici, should I have him removed?” I looked at Victor, who was completely unhinged, and a faint smile curved on my lips. “Let him wait. Get the elders. And one more thing,” I reminded. “Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.”