Archangel Raziel Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

I really hate that woman. I really hate her. “I REALLY HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU ANGELAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Angela’s POV I was walking on my way to my siblings’ school when a familiar voice called my name. “Angela!!” I turned around to see who that was and my eyes automatically teared up as soon as I saw Rafael standing in front of me. “R-Rafael..” He gave me a soft smile and pulled me for a hug. “Angela…”

She felt her body suddenly become rigid and very cold. For the first time...she truly understood who Cassian was. Her foot moved backward instinctively. Her heel kicked a giant porcelain vase that was beside the pillar she hid at. The thing wobbled. "No..."she whispered, reaching for it, but it was too late. CRASH! The vase exploded in bits across the marble floor. Every guard turned instantly, weapons raised ready to fire. Cassian slowly lifted his eyes. Their gazes locked . His dark orbs immobilizing her. Her cheeks were now flushed, her breaths coming out in pants.

"So this is what it comes to, the demon versus the angel!" Raphael observed every sound he heard, from the flames and crunch of the burning leaves to the words the demon said. Suddenly the burning fire went off till a specified radius. Azazel smiled and ran towards the angel who he thought was absent minded. As Azazel ran, few metres before the angel, Raphael raised two fingers of his right hand, his index and the middle finger and his thumb laid inside the flesh of his palm. Suddenly all movements and gestures Azazel performed stopped. The suit attire the angel wore off like ashes and his normal white attire with gold linen replenished. Raphael opened up his eyes and all that was seen was p

They arrived yesterday, so maybe I will meet them some other time. The house is empty. Yeah, I live alone. Wait, you're probably asking yourself, 'Who's that chick?' Yeah, I just quoted Rihanna. Well, I'm Angel Harper, and I turned eighteen two weeks ago. I used to live with my grandmother, but as soon as I could, I decided to move out. My parents and my ten-year-old little brother died in a car crash when I was thirteen. I put my bag on the table, then make my way to my bedroom. I love going to the gym because I see it as the best way to get rid of stress, anger, and frustration. Also, in the end, you are awarded little abs.

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.

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

Nathanael turns and descends the steps. “My how the mighty have fallen,” Raziel boasts from the edge where he looms above. His fists are so clenched, his nails make marks in his palms. If he could feel pain, they would probably ache. He wanders down the pathway alongside the river by foot. Mindlessly, he walks through the Pearly Gates, not even bothering to waive to Saint Peter before his feet pause at the edge of the clouds. Below him lies a completely different world-Earth. He was only sent there twice over the past few months-earthly time-on assignment as an Archangel.

Vladimir gazed between the three of them in confusion, having no idea what was going on or what they were talking about until Esmeray opened her mouth and recited the next lines in a monotone stealing his breath. "Raziel is the Keeper of Secrets. Some call him Angel of Mystery. He could unveil anyone's secret by a simple touch." Vladimir clenched his hands into fists to hide their tremble as he swallowed the lump of emotion threatening to knock him out. This can't be. . . Vladimir's gaze flickered towards his bride momentarily in dread. He can't lose her. Not again. When Raziel opened his mouth again Vladimir knew that the lad knows. He knows what Vladimir had done. "Some secrets and mysteri