Archangels Lucifer Novels & Stories

he bows his head with respect. "Max" I greet him noticing his arm placed protectively around Amber. For some reason, I felt like ripping his arm away from her. I don't understand these feelings. I compose myself and ignore my heart. Why is lord Lucifer looking at Amber like that? As far as I know about him, he was not a womanizer even after he fell from grace. His only flaw was that he tapped into dark magic, which was forbidden. He was a warrior Angel once, a very great warrior. He used to command a section of Warrior Angels in heaven.

It was accompanied by a strong beating of my heart. "In those days that the heavens he served had not yet forsaken him. Time was his strongest weapon." I turned my gaze to Lucifer because of what he said. I saw him looking at his brother he seemed to be referring to. "Saint Archangel, the angel who holds the most powerful weapon the time. One of the strongest angels of heaven." When he turned to me he smirked. "Now all he has left was a fire. The fire caused by his anger." What he said was mind-blowing that I quickly looked back in front as Saint approached my mother and my younger self. From afar I could certainly feel how my mother was trembling in fear.

He shouted loudly “She won't come back because she hates me? My mother, who I always wanted to see, hates me now and it's because of you. I will never forgive you, father. I hate you.” Lucien froze in his place as he looked at his son, who lost control of his energy. He screamed with extreme force and was unable to control his strength any longer until the light that was sent by the ruler disappeared and evil forces took control of the place. "This is impossible. What is this dark energy?" Lucian's wolf said with genuine concern “It's negative energy, how Ethan carries it.” Lucien wondered in fear as he tried to control that evil energy and reach Ethan at the same moment the door opened and

He had pitch black hair and dark green eyes like emeralds. Everyone knew Lucifer as a deadly killer, he was often regarded as a symbol of death by the citizens of Bloodrain city of Osho country. And his loyalty was only for his master, Alberto who adopted him when he was a young teenager of 14 years old and used to work a helping labour and sleep on streets. Alberto turned back and smiled," Now, the time has come to silence everyone who was on my father's side but before that I want you to clean the shit for me."

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

"His smell stops close to the east wall of the manor. Then nothing. Like he was… abducted." The room collapsed into whispers and fear then worry. Questions exploded around her. Voices battled. Hysteria swelled like thunder. But above it all rose Lucifer's voice — chill, deep, authoritative. "Enough." The air froze. All eyes looked at him. Questioning and fear. Since they now realize that there Alpha is the Archangel that rebel against heaven. The notorious LUCIFER. Lucifer towered, the last vestiges of his divine shape seething beneath his skin. The thin shape of wings smoldering dimly behind him. His red eyes swept the room, unyielding.

"He wants you to trigger an international war. Stand down." Lucian's heavy chest heaved violently as he inhaled a sharp, agonizing breath. The sheer, suffocating terror of the true Archangel standing inches from his innocent children pushed his possessive instincts entirely past the redline. He didn't attack, but he stepped flawlessly around Zara, placing his massive, heavily scarred frame directly between the bassinet and the Ambassador, creating an impenetrable, physical fortress of pure devotion.

Cool fingers met his heated skin. ‘Cold!’ Angel whimpered and squirmed. “W-what is that?” he asked in-between kisses. The asshole answered simply: “Lube.” He poured it all. “Of course, you’re a fucking boy scout, you damned incubus…” his face was red as hell. The man only chuckled on the nickname. “You are a literal demon scout leader!” Angel continued. The devil laughed out loud again. Then one slick hand wrapped around Angel’s hardness. Pumped. Firm.

But those angels weren't strong enough to defeat the creator and so the creator banished them along with Lucifer to a third realm which was called hell. There, Lucifer ruled over hell and the angels that were banished along with him. Those angels slowly changed, became darker, and began to wield dark magic making them grow stronger and strengthening them for the day that they would finally take over the realms of heaven and the mortals. Lucifer called his now dark angels 'Demons'.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v