Archangels Lucifer Novels & Stories

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

"These fallen angels remained still until after creation and when they saw all was complete and fully made, they desired to spread evil before they were casted into hell by the great Angel of the Lord, Angel Michael." "In hell, Lucifer, the fallen, had the highest hierarchy and power and therefore crowned himself the king of hell...Lucifer stripped himself of his halo after he saw his power grew by evil. He didn't demolish the halo although he used the single force that made him an angel to power the realm he governs."

he asks. "An angel killed her." "Which angel?" "The one with silver wings." "Luci do you know of an angel with silver wings?" Logan asks. "Uh yeah," I murmur, glancing between the two demons. "Jaquelin is the warrior who guards the council leader. He paints his wings silver." "Mistress I beg you to send me to kill the angel. Please allow me to avenge the death of our former ruler." Logan nods at me so I turn to the demon, frowning a little. "Uh, bring him here first," I decide and he bows even lower to the ground before vanishing in a cloud of black smoke.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“And why is that?” “I’m the anti-christ,” I whispered—each time I said it, it felt more and more true. There wasn’t any running from it. “You know, Lucifer was an archangel, not a demon,” he spoke softly, his hand moving from my chin to cup my cheek. “So you’re still my angel.” Leaning into his touch, I sucked in a shuddering breath. “You’re so good to me.” I appreciated him more than I could say, especially now.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

How is it possible to put his soul in the river of souls? - Samael, was an archangel, and the favorite of one of the Gods of humans. This God liked Samael so much that he gave him the name Lucifer, which means “angel of light”. For some reason, Samael wanted to steal God's throne to become a god. He didn't want to be an archangel anymore, he wanted to be a god like his father. He and his allies rallied against God's army and lost. He and everyone who crowded around him were expelled from heaven and condemned to hell. Hades is the god of Tartarus, the deep hell, and the superficial hell was the kingdom of Lucifer and his allies, who lost the angelic appearance they had and were transformed in

We wouldn't put ourselves out there. “I got you, Angel, I got you forever.” Biting down hard on my shoulder, his big hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them together and drawing a long, drawn-out moan from my lips. “Now, lay back and let me tease you for a change.” He chuckled. “My little lucifer.” “Lucifer?” “Yeah Lucifer was an angel as well, just one that didn't know how to behave.” Biting and kissing his way down over the mounds of my breasts, Monster chuckled. “I'm going to enjoy taming you, Angel.”

Her radiance had, in a sense, acted as a catalyst, dispelling the shadows that had enveloped him for so long. Dante grappled with the realization that the malevolent ambitions he had harboured were being replaced by a newfound sense of clarity and vulnerability. The implications of Claire's Angelic powers were astounding, and they had the potential to reshape the destinies of not only Dante but the entire supernatural realm. As he continued to wrestle with his own transformation, he couldn't help but wonder about the true extent of Claire's divine influence and what it might mean for their shared journey.

“He’s not the archangel anymore. He’s just a mere mortal now. And if you give him to me. I will do more than destroy any of God’s creations.” Lucifer’s image formed an enraged one. “Don’t you even know what you’re talking about? He himself is the anatomy of God’s most favored creation. He came from the Archangel Muriel himself. And now that he had become a human being. He is more favored than anyone else.” “I won’t kill him even if you ask me to.” “You are just as stubborn as my fake son, Azalel. What exactly is it with that being that makes both of you lose your minds? It makes me want to kill him more.”