Novelas y relatos de Archangels Azrael

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Azrael was bringing reinforcements. “Now or never,” I muttered, pulling Mom to her feet. She swayed but stayed upright, determination written across her face. The wings responded to my thoughts, wrapping around us both in a protective cocoon just as the door burst open. Azrael stood there with a team of guards, all armed with corruption-enhanced weapons. His eyes widened at the sight of us. “Fascinating,” he breathed, that scientific curiosity overtaking his alarm. “The integration of angelic energy with the hybrid matrix…”

Ezra: Now, to think that I would have found my wife’s anger sexy would be an understatement. The woman looked far more attractive than she ever had as she glared at Maddie, or should I say, Andromeda, as she waited for her to respond. However, the demon didn’t bother to open her mouth to explain anything, and instead, she stayed completely quiet, eyeing my wife as if she had grown a second head or more specifically, may have lost her head. In truth, even I wasn’t sure my wife knew the consequences of challenging a demon the way she did, but that made this a whole lot more attractive, at least, in my eyes.

Zap'phiria halted in her track as soon as she heard the Priests question. A cunning smile crept her lip as twitch her fingers. She slightly opened her mouth and then she uttered "I will make Lucifer my slave through Angelica" She said and the priest jaw dropped. Realistically, she can never achieving that plan of hers because Lucifer is someone undefeatable. How the hell did she use her dull brain to think of this? "Impossible!!" The Priestess said loudly and Zap'phiria grinned. "He is not the same Lucifer everyone knows. He is connected to Angelica and what ever happens to Angelica, happens to him!" She stated as she curved her lip. The Priest was dumbfounded!!

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

With that, he sounded an alarm that shook both heaven and earth. All at once, five more of the archangels appear in front of them. Namely Michael, Rafael, Baraquel, Judiel, and Saraqael. Though one was enough to scare Asmon to his wits. And it was the Archangel Rafael that was forever after him. Easy enough, Asmon was bound by the Archangel. And was ready to slay the monster when Axel reacted. “He still has the consciousness of Urie’s younger brother. You can’t kill him.”

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

But for Andra, knowing that every monsters in their worst nightmares exist in reality is freaking her out. "Wait, what are these?" Ethan asked out nowhere. "Here, look." Barry looked the page he showed him. "Oh, those are the furies. Nasty creatures that comes after those who got away from justice. Contrary to public knowledge, furies needs to be summoned. They can't just hunt down human and kill them. Thousands of years ago, Olympian gods and goddesses used furies as their messenger of justice. Once a human was deemed guilty in the eyes if the gods and goddesses, furies can kill that Hunan freely. Until their connection to the gods became stronger that they no longer need the gods to kill h

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.