Archangel Stories Novels & Stories

We bumped our heads into the steel bars and collapsed. After a few minutes, we blinked and our visions cleared up. We saw seven angels with different armors they have enormous white feathered wings and bulky muscles. I thought it was the end of the world. The ground shakes and breaks into pieces able to swallow us in the underworld while the angels judge the final verdict for mankind. I remembered what my father told me about the story of the archangels of God written in the Bible when I was a child. They fought great battles in heaven especially the light bearer SATAN who use to be the fallen angel and the traitor of his race. He is also the creator of the forces of evil and the villain of

He took a deep breath and began speaking again. “So I found some old text that talked of a love story between two angels,” he said as he began searching for something on the table. He pulled out a book and skimmed it. “The two angels in question were Rachel and Lucifer,” he said, and I scoffed. He looked up at me with a disapproving look, and I shrugged with a grin. “Oh, come on,” I said, “Like we didn’t see that coming.” Elias chuckled while Aaron rolled his eyes. He shook his head and looked back down at the book.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Angel took a glance at Blaze who was grinning. “What?! I thought it would be more fun to tell them together!” the other Were said. Angel chuckled. "They are in the frosty island, guys” Angel said, walking down to his cell. "Dead?" Kurt asked. "Free…" Blaze answered with a triumphant smirk. "He is real then?" another Were asked. Angel nodded, knowing he meant Xavier. "He killed all of Antonio Rufus's guards. We barely made it out alive," Angel said with pride. "He is Angel's kin," Blaze supplied. The others gasped except for Kurt who knew Angel was Wulfblood.

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

“Or is it love turning you a tad soft and sloppy? Funny, I didn’t know fallen archangels could love,” She mockingly commented, her brightly shining azure eyes landing on me as she uttered that last word, my gaze warily travelling all over her olympian attire, only now noticing the translucent silvery arrow shyly peeking from her messenger bag. Hermes’ arrows. Without even wasting another moment, I fully turned and pressed my back against Raphael’s chest in a rather protective manner, knowing the arrow would be harmless to me since I had god blood running through my veins...Can’t say the same for an archangel though.

After a silence that lasts for mere minutes, I continue, “You know that story that you used to tell me, the one about the child that shall be born into mankind?” “Dear Damien, you will need to be a bit more specific; I have no idea what you are referring to.” “The child that shall be born from an Angel.” “Ah,” my mom falls back in her chair and starts to tell it to me once again, “There shall be an Arch Angel that will fall in love with a human female. They shall spend a night in lustful sin, and from their union, there shall be a child born.” Then I continue, “This child shall remain on earth and grow amongst the humans.”

It is a story that my godmother used to tell me. It all start with a war. A war between an angels and demons. An angel wondering into the middle of the forest. He saw a helpless man whose about to die. She healed him. But something about to start between them. They fall in love with each other. Without any words she left him without any words. When the Angel went back home the Elder summoned her. She didn't expect what happen next. The Elder cut her wings with the only knife that can cause angel to death. She was confused why on heaven did she do to make the Elder cut her wings off.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with