Archangels Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

He helps in the transition of death, related to relationships, career, addictions and navigate life changes. The last Angel stared at us and he smiled without any emotion on his face. He is Archangel Chamuel, his mission is to bring peace to the world from fear and invade the negative energies. He assists in finding strength and courage to face adversity when it seems there is nothing left. We witnessed their powers when Archangel Chameul and Archangel Azrael raises their mighty hands until it created a bright light and all of a sudden the zombie like people were all gone. Now, they fought the Shinigami and they saw us.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

Chapter 3: Graduation Day 4 years later Emilia stood tall, clad in a dark blue graduation gown, amidst her fellow students at Blackwood University. The sun shone brightly, casting a sense of accomplishment over the crowd. The air was filled with the hum of excitement and pride as families and friends gathered to celebrate this momentous occasion. Emilia's gaze swept across the sea of faces, her eyes lingering on the beaming parents, siblings, and loved ones who had come to support their graduates. She felt a pang of loneliness, a stark reminder of her own isolation.

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

“Alright. First thing, you’re not crazy. This world? It’s real. Hidden, but very real. Humans don’t know about it, not fully. We, the supernatural, keep to ourselves. We blend in, hide in plain sight, but there are entire realms, kingdoms, and systems in place that they’ll never know about.” “Of course,” I muttered. “Because life wasn’t complicated enough.” “Exactly,” she grinned, then continued. “So Avenmoor? It’s not just an academy. It’s the academy, the top-tier supernatural school. People get handpicked to come here. From all over the world. Shifters, witches, demons, fae, vampires, you name it.” “Wait...demons?” I blinked.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

"How are they not executed when they have done something wrong?!" "And I told you to control," he calmly said, flicking her forehead, cutting her anger. "You will ruin my Sekai if you show your powers. I told you to restrain or you will never get out of here," he sighed. "You should have been part of the Angels of Powers. They are known to be evil." "You are evil too," she mumbled, looking away, twitching her mouth. "You are part of that classification. In charge of death and re birth! Tch!"

Esme shakes her head while some of the other women giggle as if the answer to my question should be obvious. "Goodness me, you know nothing, do you?" Esme stops cleaning the angel and approaches me, pointing at who I think must be Azrael, even though I have yet to confirm it. "That angel over there is Azrael, the angel who appeared out of nowhere two weeks ago. He protects our town from evil, and we pay him by taking care of him after his battles." I take a deep breath with my eyes locked on Azrael. My heart is experiencing tiny, bittersweet flutters. "So it is you..."

ⓂMasonⓂ "Eyes on your girl." - Carl My happy mood dispersed as soon as I read the message. I looked at Angel and she was looking at me with concern in her big dopey eyes. I smiled at her in a reassuring manner and said, "Go to your school, Angel, otherwise you'll be late." "Okay, bye," she was smiling again. I was feeling so relieved to see her back to herself. "Bye, Cherry and take care of yourself and remember to ca--"