Novelas y relatos de Dark Archangel

Uriel – The archangel who takes you out of the darkness and into the divine truth. As soon as Hunter’s smirk faded from his face, we saw bright lights streak the skies, followed by the loud, booming sounds of thunder. A few seconds later, heaven let out its wrath and large drops of water soaked our skin.

"I wa-want to see h-him just even a glimpse o-of him." Pika inhaled and blew it out, sitting beside the soul he almost killed. He understand why this stupid soul want it so bad. Being an Archangel, he has a soft heart to stuffs like this. Someone trying their best just to see someone else. Even if it kills them. "You are pretty strong," he commented. "While we wait for your friends, why don't we chat quietly."

His whole body was numb, he could only hear Whispers. "Don't close your eyes!" His eyes darted towards the source of angelic voice. Her brown eyes were looking at him with concern. "Keep your eyes open..." She said with so much care that it almost melted his heart. There was so much gentleness in her voice. "You are fine!" She grabbed his numb hand and placed gently beside him. Vlad kept his eyes open just for the angel. Her voice literally bring him back to the life. He was angry when he couldn't see her after the surgery so he demanded her as a Doctor. In his messed up life she looked like a ray of hope.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

It seemed this witch was aiding us because she sought excitement in her life and was willing to take on the Dark Angels. "I guess you'll assist us then," I grinned and confirmed with a nod. I showed her Jake's photo. "He's a member of the Dark Angels. He arrived with his crew about a week ago," I revealed. Stunned, I rose from my chair. If Jake is not a warlock but a Dark Angel, as Emily claims they are more powerful than even witches, how could Alpha Silas easily knock him out? I had no doubts about Alpha Silas' power, but something about Jake seemed off.

As her words faded, she and Arya vanished into a surge of crimson light before Andrew could even respond. The two figures shot skyward, and the radiant column dissipated. Andrew snapped his head up and shouted furiously, "Who are you?" However, there was no reply, as if she deemed him unworthy or simply chose to ignore him. Only Arya, now changed, glanced down at Andrew one last time before disappearing. Her gaze was cold, utterly devoid of emotion, and her once-golden eyes had deepened into a dark crimson. Andrew's heart sank as he realized the truth: Arya, the sacred Cathedral Archangel and Battle Angel, had fallen.

Hours Ago: When the Prisoners escaped: In the most hidden, forgotten chambers, the Archangels sat in their brilliant cages. Alone from the others, Gabriel was enclosed in a prison of silver laced with Sanctis Venin—the Holy Bane. The poison, designed by Na’ara from the essence of her corruption, demon blood, and a tear of a mortal saint, burned through his angelic vessels like molten fire. His wings, pierced by great nails coated with the same venom, drooped in agonizing defeat.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

He helps in the transition of death, related to relationships, career, addictions and navigate life changes. The last Angel stared at us and he smiled without any emotion on his face. He is Archangel Chamuel, his mission is to bring peace to the world from fear and invade the negative energies. He assists in finding strength and courage to face adversity when it seems there is nothing left. We witnessed their powers when Archangel Chameul and Archangel Azrael raises their mighty hands until it created a bright light and all of a sudden the zombie like people were all gone. Now, they fought the Shinigami and they saw us.