Novel & Cerita Archangel Stories

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

❤️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?

I said with heavy breaths as I pushed myself forward ignoring the rain covering my face and making it impossible for me to see, I didn't know there was a trench somewhere filled with rainwater because immediately I took a step forward. “Ahh!” I fell inside, the water completely covered my body and head. Trying to get to the surface. I couldn't because my leg was stuck somewhere. No matter how much I tried to struggle out, I couldn't. The dirty water was getting into my ears. I couldn't breathe as I sucked in my breath and tried, certainly, to get my wings out. It was the only way to get free. ____ Not far from where Elina was trapped, Angel stood face-to-face with Raphael. Wiping blood from

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 was burning in scorching anger; if I dared, I would burn everything in my way. “Alpha, where are we heading to?” The guard driving the car asked. I tilted my head up and answered,” To the territory of NOX.” “Understood.” The car’s speed increased, making our way through deserted streets, where the number of vehicles decreased to one or two—no shops or buildings alongside the road. We have entered the territory of NOX. A Mafia group consisting of vampires and werewolves working together. Supporting my face on my right hand, I murmured, My instinct is never wrong. Eva must be Abducted by NOX’s people.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

“Apparently, she's already killed a lot of warriors.” “You should be more impressed by the information I found out,” Jace said calmly. “Miss Angelicca has apparently killed a large number of werewolves. That's what I find truly remarkable about her. Honestly, that's more than enough reason for me not to hesitate to remain under her command.” The group continued their journey, their footsteps echoing softly along the road. As they walked from one destination to another, Angelicca remained the center of their conversation. The warriors exchanged stories, rumors, and personal opinions about the woman leading them. Some spoke of her overwhelming strength, while others discussed the tales they ha

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.

Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as she read the article, her mind racing with possibilities.

Hi lovelies, I am hoping to write a story about Angel, so if you would like to read her and Savage’s story then let me know. Much love Becca Lou xx