Archangels Academy Novels & Stories

From afar she looks like a boy. No wonder the man called him 'little girl'. Maybe he thought Angel was one of the junior academy students who got lost. Yes, Angel is indeed a student at this academy, but she is a senior student who graduated six months ago. Now she and her mother, as well as her best friend Rain, have come to the academy to take special training forms.

I replied. "Well, I called you today to inform you that you are chosen for the intra-angelical training," "What's that?" "Do you remember Ada?" I nodded; Ada was the senior who trained me when I was starting Heraldship. "It started last year; Ada was chosen to join the IAT. It's a training program that will help angels get an understanding of the works and ways of each class." I didn't respond and just listened. "After the training, the chosen angel will be given a chance to train to become an Archer."

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.”

His tone was calm and lifeless, but the burning anger behind his eyes could not be mistaken for Gukasho. “I dare not, my lord. I am only concerned for the princess’ well-being. Should she fail to attend Transylvania Academy, the other three Halflings will target her easily. It is the only place that could help her bring out her full potential.” Transylvania Academy was founded by the three leaders of the world. The angel, Michael, from the Benevolent World; the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk, from the Ambivalent World; and the demon king, Lucifer, from the Malevolent World.

ARCHANGEL #1 : I’m sure you’ve gotten your answer, We are not backing down now and not ever so you can do what you want BEELZEBUB : Hmm, I expected nothing less well then you can die knowing that your destruction came at my hand Beelzebub faces his palm towards the blockade with a large dark ball forming, the angels create a shield and await his attack, Beelzebub smirks after which he lets his attack loose with a wave of his hand causing it to move like an arc towards them, before it can hit the shield a white line passes through it dissipating the dark energy instantly, Beelzebub looks to see who had countered his attack so easily with the angels turning to set eyes on a figure floating not

"I know that we demons are the strongest in the alliance. But are there other creatures stronger than us?" "Yes there is. We have the angels who we descend from." "We descended from angels?" Theodore asked in shock. He hadn't heard of this before, it hadn't been taught in the academy. "Yes, we descended from angels. Thus matter isn't well known, and we don't teach about it in the academy." "Why?" "Because it is a shameful matter."

Arrow growls from the side of me. “No, not a chance is she going to the underworld, and definitely not without one of us” Arrow snaps. Ares looks between my father and I, before sighing and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts my chin so I am looking at him. “Angel, what do you want to do?” I blink twice, wondering what kind of fucking twilight zone where my mates have swapped personality and my father basically wants to take me to hell to meet the high fucking priestess of all people.

There was no way she'd be able to sleep with so many questions in her head anyway. As they sat on Carrie's bed with bowls of cereal, Carrie began to explain. "Shadowbrook Academy is a school for supernatural beings, or genuses. It helps us develop and perfect our supernatural abilities, and also nurtures any natural talents or hobbies we have, all while giving us a regular education." Zeda's eyes widened as Carrie listed the different genuses in the academy: witches, mages, werewolves, vampires, and demons. She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon.

The sconces on the walls were lit, but the flames burned blue, casting everything in a funeral glow. “You’re aware of the academy’s purpose, I presume?” “To educate and domesticate society’s charming little nightmares?” Another almost-smile. “We refine the raw potential of the gifted. Train those with bloodlines steeped in magic, curse, or darkness to control their natures.” “So I’m a tourist.” “No,” she said, glancing at me sidelong. “You’re an anomaly. And I do not abide mysteries without answers.” We passed beneath a vaulted archway, and I realized the walls were whispering. Not in a metaphorical way. Actual whispering. In a language I didn’t know but instinctively distrusted.

"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