Dark Archangel Novels & Stories

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

The moment my skin touched the metal, a siren began to wail—a deep, cacophonous howl that made the very walls vibrate. ​"The vault!" Betty screamed, her face twisted in a mask of maniacal fear. "It’s a lockdown! You’re going to be buried alive in here!" ​Suddenly, the ceiling panels hissed open. Four silhouettes dropped from the darkness, landing with the clinical silence of professional killers. The Archangels. They weren't wearing the suits of the Roman gala; they were in full tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors. ​"Bloodbath it is," Malakai growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

Then, slowly, The Angel exhaled, the sound barely audible through his mask. “Yes,” he finally muttered, his voice low and grim. “I know him.” Chris felt his heart plummet. Fear and confusion swirled inside him, threatening to overwhelm him. “Who is he?” he pressed, his voice shaky. “Why does he matter so much?” The Angel’s hand tightened around the drawing, crumpling the edge slightly as he stared at the man’s face. "This...this is the man who’s been pulling the strings all along. The one who’s been orchestrating everything from the shadows."

Mr Carter said after finding out that, Mr Martin lost everything and partnered with Mr Green who just used him as his right-hand man for all his dirty work. "You know you never win, Mr Carter," Mr Martin said "I know. I never won because as a bad person, failure was my shadow but as a new person, having undergone a complete transformation and coming to know Christ the Lord, failure becomes the darkness that can't battle the light around me," Mr Carter said and Mr Martin frowned. "What bunch of nonsense are you spilling out now?" Mr Martin asked wondering when Mr Carter became religious. "The kind of nonsense that sends criminals like yourself to prison. I paid my price for my crimes a long t

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

Damien sat down on the couch opposite us and began to explain, “We are hunters, Freya. We're descendant from the archangel's themselves. The archangel's reproduced long ago, with strong humans, in the hope of creating the ultimate hunters,” he paused to see if I was keeping up. I nodded for him to continue. “Our human half means we are bound to this world, and our Angel side means we are stronger and faster than regular humans. We also heal extremely fast, and we can sense when supernatural beings are around. You following so far?” He asked me.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

At the same time the words had a very dangerous tint to it. Her eyes followed his movements as he looked up and began unlocking her right hand. For the first time since the whole incident, she had time to study his face. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't help but stare, he was handsome. Greek god like. Dark, messy hair framed a face that looked almost unreal. His black eyes were impossible to read, cold enough to send a chill down her spine. A straight nose, sharp jawline, and perfectly balanced features made him look like someone an artist would spend years trying to recreate.

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!