Archangel Stories Novels & Stories

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

“It’s us! And that’s what we do for each other; we are sisters in the heart, Angel. Now, it’s your turn to spill the beans.” “My beautiful, twisted fairy tale, maybe fairy-tail is a better fit in my case. Back to the point, it starts by, Once upon a time, I died.” I told her everything from the beginning, and she listened attentively and wide-eyed, gasping more times than not. Before I could reach the end of my story, the door of her house burst open and a furious Aaron broke through it. His glowing eyes zeroed in on me as he growled like a mad wolf.

IN THE SKY bad angel : what's going on here good angel : can't you see bad angel : I'm not blind good angel : then see it bad angel : huh good angel : the war between my belief and destiny starts game begins from now on bad angel : I will wait for the result good angel : go ahead

Their protective wall was burning out. "Run, get her out of here" I commanded as he ran by. I felt a huge gust of air and when I turned around, both he and Ava were gone. With their protective wall down, the hoard was now back to running to us, to kill. The weapons of the Archangel started to glow brightly as they came closer and suddenly, I understood. They were designed to kill demons.

Blake said, wanting to know all that there is to this Angel. “His name is Aazrael, and he’s known as an Archangel. They receive this honor when cultivating more than two wings, and their power doubles for each set of wings they acquire. They cultivate the Power of Faith. The more worshipers they have, the more power they receive, but the power of faith is not infinite; hence, the God wars happened about three hundred years ago. I was killed by my lover Azrael during this time. He never loved me and used my connections to do away with the remaining gods who didn’t cultivate the Power of Faith, like me, who collected the Qi of the Stars.” Maia paused here as she tried to collect herself.

He was shuddering and couldn’t respond. “I am Archangel Aries, the Head of this Cascade!” a loud booming voice resonated throughout the room. I looked up and saw a muscular Archangel. “We have gathered to witness The Hearing of these angels before me: Port, of Herald’s Ville, and Doom, of Reaper’s Lair. These two angels are allegedly in a romantic relationship,” My world crumbled.

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

He chuckled at the expression on her face and silenced her with his lips again as she tried to speak but she wouldn't even have spoken if she had wanted to because he took her mind off every thoughts except the feel of him, his body and his heart. She and their children were his everything. She was his world. She was His Angel. The End ❤❤❤❤ We've finally come to the end of this story and I'm so so happy. Thank you so much!🙏🏻❤ Do check out my other story, "Married But Single." Leggo! 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ l love y’all ❤️❤️❤️