Books On Nephilim Novels & Stories

— Speak plainly: why this girl? — Orders. — He doesn’t stutter. — I need to take her back. — “Back” to where? — I can’t say. I hold his gaze until I feel the first crack. — Who sent you? The corner of his mouth moves a millimeter. He fills his lungs and looks deep into my eyes. — You have no idea what you’re holding. She isn’t a trophy. She’s an anomaly, the greater sin. Balance depends on where she stays. I lift an eyebrow, mocking, but that line triggers an alarm inside me. Nephilim have always been the greater sin — worse even than the fall of our parents. What could make this woman an even bigger problem than us?

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled. Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him. He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery he was so used to. However, it was a far better view than t

But Jericho revealing his true nature bothered her greatly. You're Nephilim, Feron had told her fiance. Nephilim were half-angel, half-human creatures whose impure souls left them sickly and dead by the time they reached puberty. Jericho was ill, that much Rose could see, but from the looks of him, Jericho might be in his early twenties already. If he were truly a Nephilim, he should be long gone. She didn’t know what could have given him a longer life than intended. But she was certain of one thing--he was definitely after the ritual to prolong his short life even further. Nothing more, nothing less.

“We came down and supposedly fornicated with mankind and caused all sorts of chaos. As a result of our pairing with humans, we produced a super human race of man known as the Nephilim. We taught humans things they were never supposed to know. So, God decided to curse us for it, banishing us from heaven to live on earth. Then he caused the flood to try and wipe out the Nephilim, who in those days were giants, such as Goliath. Nowadays, any offspring we produce with humans are just those who possess some sort of “gift” as it is called sometimes. Those who have the power to heal, to predict certain events, and so forth. Witches some would call them. We call them Demi-gods or Demis for short. Th

“Draynon, what really happened? About the death of the Royal Family and apparent treason of the Galadon Knights and their being outlawed. There are all sorts of stories floating about and we are taught to hate the Galadon Knights from a young age. We are told stories about you to scare children into minding their manners. Eat your greens or the Galadon Knights will come a gobble you up, they say. Some tales even insist that the Katrall family must be despised also. How much of that is true?” Draynon grunted. “Most of what you hear is little more than fairy tales. I’ve heard some of the stories. They get the dates about right but little else.” He reached into a draw and pulled out a

She looked from the left to the right and saw that she had their attention. “My father wrote that, when the ten sovereigns were created, the top three were created with their very own personal limits in the form of the three books, the book of Enoch, the Necronomicon and the Pandora, in each of these books were weaknesses of how to defeat God, Ymir and Azathoth should they start to rebel. God, after getting his own faction, created a scripture basing on the Book of Enoch but he contradicted the book and wrote the first scripture, the Bible which is by far the most well known.”

He raised an eyebrow in surprise that I knew the term but shook his head before answering. “No a nephilim is what happens when an angel impregnates a human. We are not birthed by angels therefore we do not qualify for the term. We are created, by binding ourself to the angel who chooses us. The moment we agree we are now bound to that angel and it changes us, alters our being so we are somewhere in between both entities.”

Three lives already lost to something that refused to stay dead. “There has to be a way to end him,” I said, my voice sharp with the need for it to be true. “There is,” Theo answered. “But it is not simple.” Ethan turned fully toward him. “Then explain it.” Theo met his gaze. “To permanently kill a Nephilim, you must destroy the heart and the brain at the same moment, while they are weakened. If one survives, regeneration is possible.” The room felt smaller. “And Jon was weakened,” Ethan said. “After the fight.”