Archangels Academy Novels & Stories

Marcus and Jax, leading the vanguard of the Ghost Army, stood before the final obstacle. The Gates of the Archangels. They were massive, towering doors made of solid, blazing white light, guarded by two Archangels—the ultimate raid bosses of the Sanctum. They were terrifying, eight-winged entities wielding weapons of pure deletion code. "We are at the Core doors, Wraith!" Marcus bellowed over the dual-reality comms, his voice tight with exhaustion. "We cannot breach! The Archangels are immune to physical and magical damage! They have a specialized mechanic!"

I demanded, the words spilling out sharp and fast, a wolf growl underlining every syllable. Michael's tension slackened slightly, a predatory calm returning, though his pride kept him smirking. "Which one is asking? You… or him?" He chuckled, wolfish and hollow, as though trying to make light of cages and poison and stolen lives. "Angel Reform Academy… it's a place for the unwanted, the discarded scions of powerful families. Once a wolf is in, if their guardian doesn't agree, they can never leave, never contact the outside world. Essentially… it's a prison."

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."

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.

she added "How long is a programme and how many people come out at the end of a programme?" Ethan ask "A programme when enrolled, runs for a maximum of two years but this depends on the requirement of the company. I am very selective of the people I bring on board, so every year, I have a total of a hundred students graduating ready to work with the selected companies per their course," she replied "I see," Ethan said as he place his empty cup of tea back on the table. "This is very interesting. You leave the proposal, I will go through it and feedback," he replied

"Enough with teasing! Just open this door.! He can't take it anymore so he shouted but not too loud. Steven laugh while opening the door and letting Owen to get inside before he walk towards the other side of the car and get in. They got out from school campus. Inside the classroom where Leon and Angelica left by their classmates. Angelica is trying to convince Leon to accept the recruitment from Star Agency. " they said you like me, so why aren't you listening to me? It's for your future too!" Leon raised his eyebrows and look at her with the hint of irritation in his eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, Kass said, "Taking down Throne City is inevitable for the Cathedral. But right now, the Vindicators can't spare any forces. As you've seen, the werewolf army and the vampire forces that are about to arrive will soon be engaging with us. We're under considerable pressure at the moment." Andrew smiled slightly. "Yes, the Cathedral is indeed under some pressure. But Lomuia wouldn't let His Holiness the Pope allow that pressure to continue mounting, would they? His Excellency Mephiston isn't here anymore, so reinforcements should be coming to support you, Archbishop. For instance, a few angels with unmatched combat prowess." Kass' eyes narrowed as he stared at An

Was all I managed to say, before his aristocratic features suddenly contorted into a frown as he deeply inhaled, his tone sounding almost accusing as he rather stated than asked, “You met him again, didn’t you?” My lips slightly parted, giving him a curious stare, a little bit too surprised to even answer. How did he know? “Daya, you have to stay away from him. Fallen angels are always bad news. Especially archangels,” He warned, his tone sounding maybe too commanding, also irritating me to no end. Yet what really drew my attention, was that last word... Archangel... “Wait, he’s an archangel?” I instantly asked, staring up at him with obvious interest, only to notice how his sculptured jaw c

In an instant, they vanished, leaving in their wake a resplendent burst of energy that rent the very fabric of the desert, carving a profound crater in the sun-scorched earth. A sense of profound mystery and purpose pervaded the air, weaving together the disparate threads of mortal and immortal, good and evil, love and despair. The stage was set for a grand cosmic drama, where the destinies of angels and devils intertwined in a timeless struggle for the soul of creation.As the powerful Archangels received the telepathic message from Michael, they knew that a great shift was about to unfold. Their purpose was clear, and their collective energy resonated with a divine force that transcended th

“Is it finally happening? Are we going to end this nightmare?” She nods. “The archangels came. They told the ruling gods that with primordial gods like Lucifer, the further they are from their mate, the more vulnerable they are. If they can separate you two, an angel can kill him. They summoned Hades to help figure out a way to sneak someone into the Underworld—or get Lucifer out of it. Charon’s supposed to wait at one of the entrances and bring them across the Styx.” I open my mouth to say something—