Books On Nephilim Novels & Stories

What the hell just happened? Shelby asked, helping Miles to his feet. The Nephilim was ghostly white, gaping down at his hands, flipping them over and examining them as if hed never seen them before. Noah turned to Miles. Thank you. The Nephilim boys blue eyes looked eager and terrified at the same time, as if he wanted to pump every detail out of Noah about what had just happened but didnt want to show his excitement. Shelby was speechless, which was an unprecedented event.

He took us in after the Supernatural Council tried to execute us. As for me, I’m a Nephilim. A Nephilim is what we call a supernatural who is part angel and part human. I have long black feathered wings, claws, and fangs. My eyes glow like a blue glow stick when I change into my Nephilim form. Angels don’t have fangs or claws. Alex told me that for a long time, angels believed that Nephilim was unnatural. It was against divine law or something for angels and humans to mix; nevertheless, they have children together. It didn’t help that Nephilim have claws and fangs. Some feel that we are closer to being demons than angels.

We all turned toward him. “This,” Uncle Lucifer said, his voice resonating through the room, “is a genuine copy of one of the Seven Books of the Fallen.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “This particular tome belongs to the realm of Wrath.” Uncle Lucifer said as I felt the room atmosphere stall at his words. The Seven Books of the Fallen were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones among angels and demons alike. “But there’s a catch,” Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts.

“Isak is an angel, and no, I don’t mean his personality, though he’s close. His nephew Harris is a nephilim, meaning his mom is a human, but his dad is Isak’s younger brother.” “Nephilim? Like Jack from Supernatural?” I blinked. “Well, yeah, not quite as powerful as nephilim come into their full power at twenty-five. And they don’t rank themselves like angels in Supernatural or Christian theology. I’ve not met any of Isak’s siblings, but I know enough about Englebert, Harris’ dad, to know he’s a twat.” Hana snorted. “Englebert? Someone drew the short straw when names were being handed out in that family.” I tried to lighten my mood with a joke.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Haneul expressed, his fingers forming a steeple in front of him. He'd thought the attack to be strange right away, and he still could not figure out who was behind it. As non-immortal demi-angels, the Nephilim could not travel between dimensions. Their bodies were defective, a circumstance that was a direct consequence of having a celestial soul get tainted with human essence. It was similar to what was happening to LJ, except the Nephilim carried it with them since the day they were born. As the abominable result of the union between humans and angels.

By morning the news about the Were Warriors defeating the giant Nephilims spread across the kingdom and also in the harem. Maids and guards are gossiping about the same. No one ever saw a Nephilim before, but surely heard about them. To them, the Nephilim are described as giant monsters who would kill anyone if they ever come across them. They are said to be immortals who cannot be killed, which added to the fear of the already existing one. But now the Were warriors are proudly declaring to everyone that they actually killed the so-called Immortal Nephilim soldiers.

— 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.