Archangels Academy Novels & Stories

I feel stronger than I have before and hopefully it’s a matter of time before I can use dark magic. Ivy passes me a bottle of orange juice, and I take a long sip, enjoying the fresh taste. The food here is really, really good. “Do you know that this academy used to house over five thousand wolf witches?” Ivy randomly says. I shake my head. “No. Are there that many rooms?” She nods. “The academy is made with magic, old magic from the angels. They made this place to be a defense for their kind and the wolves before they disappeared.”

"See you in a few hours Uncle." "Take care, my child and please don't cause any trouble." "And you too." Nyxoria shouted as she walked out of the throne room and signal for a guard standing guard to ready her horse, penelope. ★★★ Academy of the Arcane: At the large Assembly Grounds of the Academy all students stood and were staring at the direction the principal of the Arcane stood there. The werewolves stood in their line, the witches, vampires, faires and so on did the same thing.

I leaned closer to read. Because angel wings were common among their kind, most angel clothing was enchanted to shift and separate when wings appeared. The spells allowed the fabric to open along the back without tearing, then reseal when the wings were retracted. I stared down at the page. That would have been useful information last night. Another paragraph caught my attention. Students attending academies with wings were required to wear wing-adapted uniforms. The garments were issued through the school administration offices and enchanted specifically for the student’s magical signature.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

She is fucking sexy as hell. *** Angel I get out of the changing room with my phone in my hand. I am texting Riley, telling him how the detention went. I put my hand on my waist and sigh in impatience. Where the fuck is Josh? I cross my arms and look around. He is late! As usual! Josh is my gym buddy. We became friends in the gym. He is a twenty-year-old college student. I lift my head, and my eyes meet grey ones. Ace is staring at me with darkened eyes. He gives me a smile, which I don't return.

As he was about to start telling me everything about the prophecy. That's what I called it. Is it not a prophecy when we are told about an event that would happen. "Let me start from the beginning. When Lucifer figured a way out to make his trees grow taller and stronger, that was the day when four archangels, Angel Gabriel, Angel Michael, Angel Azrael and Angel Raphael were sent on earth to find the truth believers. People who believed in Angels and demons and heaven and hell and in God and of course, in Lucifer and all his plans about the post apocalypse. The angels found a few men in billions of other men. They were the true believers. And they believed everything blindly." My dad started

Now that he thinks about it, he was wondering what his Guardian Angel looks like and he hopes that he won’t meet her soon as hell is waiting for her. Speaking of his Alpha, apparently he was going to visit their academy as that’s where his Guardian Angel goes. He sighs at the thought that one of the females in his school will soon lose her freedom. "And here we are." Charlie said as he did a spin then stopped his car to park perfectly. “Show off.” Marjorie commented. “Kill joy.”

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

‘I know,’ Xavier said and gave someone named Darrow some instructions via mind-link. Angel could feel that the Were was also an Alpha wolf but not of Wulfblood. He wondered then just how many alphas were there! He almost laughed out loud. Antonio Rufus had no idea what he had walked into for sure. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked, drawing him out of his musings. He let out a sigh and replied, ‘Call me Angel.’

"This isn't only about learning to control your fire, Sera. It's about surviving long enough to matter. There are records, somewhere in this academy, that still remember her true name. If we could find them, you'd understand your own power far better than I can teach you in a practice yard." "Where would we even look." Oren glanced toward the old stone tower rising at the far edge of the academy grounds, dark windows, ivy climbing the walls in places that hadn't been trimmed in years. "The restricted library," he said quietly. "Which is exactly as dangerous to enter as it sounds, and exactly where we're going to have to go if you want the truth instead of a lesson."