Archangel Stories Novels & Stories

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

"Archangel of Mercy, take these Cursebane Pills into the 18th Hell. Question Aryella and Asketel. Find out what Sylvester and the High Marshal are plotting. Get everything." "As you command." The Archangel of Mercy was thrilled. The 18th Hell wasn't somewhere one could just stroll into. Even for an Archangel, access was rare—let alone meeting the infamous demons, Aryella and Asketel. However, the moment she stepped past the gate, a wave of murderous intent engulfed her. "Who's there?" The Archangel of Mercy went on full alert. When she saw the figure step from the shadows, she quickly bowed. "Mr. Barstaple, I am the Archangel of Mercy, one of the nine Archangels. I was sent to deliver the Cu

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total

Casper's gaze drops to the floor, shame evident in his expression as he begins to mop up the blood. Leaning against the door for support, I whisper, "Speak." "You might wanna take a seat," Angel suggests, gesturing to a nearby chair. "It's a long story." Vivaldi rolls his eyes in disinterest while I hesitantly make my way to the seat. As Angel begins his sympathetic life story, I can't help but feel bad for him. I've always wondered why he left Shadowvale and what caused the rift between him and his family, but Chloe would never tell anyone.

I sighed, “Long story,” I mumbled tiredly then grabbed her arm and dragged her with me towards our first class while Raph followed us this whole time like a faithful “bodyguard” as I told her all about what happened these past two days, letting out the part where I was shot and the fact that Luc, Raph and Azrael were actually freaking Archangels, of course. We were now currently sitting in classroom, taking notes when I suddenly heard her saying, “I have to tell you something.”

My lo- I stopped there and opened my eyes. All I could see was a blurry world around me. It was not because of rage. But the despair that followed. My jaw clenched as did my fists. My head was pushed back on the headrest of my chair. Angel lied to me. She hid the truth from me. She hid the fact that she could be killed that night. And that terrified me. All the possibilities of that night, scared me. All that could ever happen. What if someone hurt my Angel badly? What if they accidentally shot her! What if they kil-NO!