Ascended Angel Novels & Stories

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

Granted, this was more on Russian Boss than me, but still, I was responsible for her reaction. Ares filled me in the next day that those imaginary friends we thought she had, weren’t so imaginary. So for the past week I had been finding out as much as I could about them. Not much turned up as whoever I asked refused to give me much. All I knew was one was a pure angel, descended from the heavens and all, and the other he was neither demon nor angel. He was hard to piece together and the one I felt I needed to watch the most.

Before the ice could even settle, the submarine's torpedo tubes opened—not to fire explosives, but to deploy troops. "Contact front!" Jack yelled over the comms, his voice competing with the howling blizzard. "We got boarders!" Hundreds of figures poured out of the submarine. They weren't wearing heavy arctic gear. They wore thin, crimson robes and tactical vests. The cold didn't bother them. Their veins glowed faintly with the blue hue of Titan blood. They were The Ascended—fanatics enhanced by the alien mutagen. And they were screaming a single word: "Awaken!"

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

Especially those deep-set eyes, like they could see through your soul and charmed you within seconds. A giggle escaped from my lips. A Seraphim has fallen, an angel climbing down from heaven.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

In the ward, Matilda helped Celine in cleaning up. To avoid suspicion, Winston stood quietly in the hospital corridor, waiting. The same photo was on his phone, along with the three words Monte sent him. [Monte: Need more money.] Winston put down his phone after responding to Monte with a single word. [Winston: Okay!] Then Winston began to reflect on the past, recalling how his grandfather and father ascended. Ascension took various forms among mystics. The most complete ascension, or rainbow ascension, was considered the most perfect.

Eli’s Ascendant grew larger, growing arms and head and wings. Arth’s eyes widened amidst the bright light in front of him. He glimpsed a white horse with wide wings. Chills hit his entire body. So this … is the true form of an Ascendant. Elicantris had explained to him that Ascendants were the first beings that existed after the Age of the Empyreal Gods. Their means of passing over their power was through reincarnation to keep their purpose of protecting all life against evil. They had the freedom to choose whom they could be reborn into … whom they could grow old with. Elicantris also said that in every reincarnation of Ascendants, they would lose all their memories about themselves and the

"Born with these gifts, not infected with them. These Ascended are thieves, stealing power that doesn't belong to them. We must strike first or be destroyed." The second movement was somehow worse. The Ascension Church, founded by a charismatic pastor named John Redfield, claimed the transformation was divine intervention. The Rapture. God elevates humanity to its rightful place above all other creatures. "We have been chosen," Redfield preached to thousands of Ascended followers. "God has given us these gifts so that we may rule the Earth as was always intended. The age of monsters is over. The age of mankind begins now." Both movements were gaining followers by the hour. I stood in my comm

she asked quietly. "Not all of them", James assured, "However the ones with the highest potential to keep balance will always be human", he stated weakly. "So Ascendants I'm assuming is some kind of magical gift?" Ash asked baffled. "Not quite", James answered biting his lip, "Ascendant; is both an adjective and a noun, as an adjective it means, a progenitor", he said, "Or someone from whom you are descended the most powerful or important or influential. As a noun it means, a position or state of being dominant or in control", he explained.