Books On Angels And Archangels Novels & Stories

' I knew she was right. The Archangel had almost reached the darkness, and I could see those demons properly now, their yellow eyes gleaming with lust as he promised them they could watch everything he did. Their teeth gnashed together as they bobbed up and down, and that's when I noticed their forms. I had thought they were round, nebulous blobs, but they did have small arms and legs, and one other appendage, extremely large and very hard cocks, which they are all rubbing enthusiastically. 'Open the door!!'

This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel. A dangerous tribrid king. An angel who refuses to fear him. A bond neither of them expected. A soft giggle slips out of me. If my readers could see the real Tribrid right now—shirtless, clutching me like a giant emotional support teddy bear—they would lose their minds. I keep writing, minutes stretching into hours. The words come easily tonight, pouring out faster than I can catch them. Maybe it's the adrenaline. Maybe it's the strange comfort of having him here beside me.

Blake said, wanting to know all that there is to this Angel. “His name is Aazrael, and he’s known as an Archangel. They receive this honor when cultivating more than two wings, and their power doubles for each set of wings they acquire. They cultivate the Power of Faith. The more worshipers they have, the more power they receive, but the power of faith is not infinite; hence, the God wars happened about three hundred years ago. I was killed by my lover Azrael during this time. He never loved me and used my connections to do away with the remaining gods who didn’t cultivate the Power of Faith, like me, who collected the Qi of the Stars.” Maia paused here as she tried to collect herself.

Relaxing, Faelon gave him his thanks. "Did you apologize to my son?" He asked sourly. "Yes and he's in the living room playing with my twins," Faelon growled firmly back. Gabriel placed his hand on his shoulder and sighed. "I have a list of earthbound bound demons that must be eradicated," the Archangel stated as he handed Faelon a piece of parchment. Faelon's eyes widened as he read the names noted upon it. Several he knew and some he had grown up with. He exhaled deeply seeing Noah Brinx's name and side-eyed Gabriel.

Thank you so much for your interest in this book! Author, Black angel

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

I volunteered to help train Jacob with the angels—especially since he’s spending so much time with me and my mates. I wanted to make sure I could either shut down his power or at least contain it if things got out of hand. And holy hell, does he have power. The only reason our favorite archangels can manage him is because of the special authority granted to them by their God. Apparently, existing Thrones aren’t the best at interacting with others. It's better to have the lower-powered angels lead the training—they’re more relatable, more human-adjacent. A Throne? Not so much.

the devil whispered. Just one finger. Then two. Then three. Angel was panting, writhing, trying to hold on to his sanity like it was a receipt in the wind. Every nerve in his body screamed in confusion—and somewhere deeper, a quiet ache stirred. This bastard didn't even exchange names with him! It felt so… wrong. Obscene. Something he’ll burn in hell for. But beneath it all, something coiled. Something shameful. Something hot. He moaned. Loudly.

We bumped our heads into the steel bars and collapsed. After a few minutes, we blinked and our visions cleared up. We saw seven angels with different armors they have enormous white feathered wings and bulky muscles. I thought it was the end of the world. The ground shakes and breaks into pieces able to swallow us in the underworld while the angels judge the final verdict for mankind. I remembered what my father told me about the story of the archangels of God written in the Bible when I was a child. They fought great battles in heaven especially the light bearer SATAN who use to be the fallen angel and the traitor of his race. He is also the creator of the forces of evil and the villain of

I take a quick shower to wash of the sweat and grime from training and brush my teeth before walking to the small wardrobe and pull out some sweatpants and boxers. I slip them on under my towel and hang it over the door to dry. When I turn around Divina is no longer on the bed, and I hear the bathroom door close. I settle in the recliner with my pillow and blanket and pick up the book I’ve been reading. One of the elders in the village let me borrow it. It is a full history on the angels and how they came to inhabit earth. I don’t understand why they don’t just live among the humans like we do. I think I will ask Michael about that in the morning. I know he blended in and told me he didn’t e