Dark Archangel Novels & Stories

Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving. Their faces are angular, hard—almost geometrically wrong. Like someone tried to build a human using only architecture. And they’re just standing there. No introduction. No explanation. Rude, honestly. Zeus straightens, his aura sparking dangerously as he steps forward. “Who are you?” The lead one speaks. When he does, it’s like a symphony of machinery. Ten voices, perfectly harmonized, echoing from inside your brain and vibrating in your bones. “I am the archangel Michael. This is the archangel Uriel. We have come to help you defeat the fallen angel Lucifer… once and for all.”

I had chosen violence. Darkness. The path of indulgence. My body thrummed with power, excitement coating my bones. The uncertainty of my future appealed to me. The archangels arrived at the beach a few days ago, right in the spot I invoked Asmodeus, declaring myself in allegiance with him. A bright missile of light only we could see collided in the sand.

If I had not stopped, I could have brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fangs. "Really high," was all he said aloud. "Hmm. Interesting," the grand king mused. "I haven't seen that in a while. Sleepy, aroused, but not fully intoxicated." I have. Arthur got high when you drank from her a night before your return. "Xerxes?" Daemon called. "Mmm?" "Hypothetically speaking, now that your Soulbond has suddenly appeared, how do you feel?" A few seconds passed. " Well previously I had the mind of killing her when she does show up but after setting my eyes on her, I don't think I can bear seeing her being beaten by a mosquito.”

Emily Lee. A girl who will change the line of his destiny, and everyone around him. The girl will rewrite the story of angels and demons, she will lead Antares on the right path. The girl who will give Antares family happiness. That's right, she is a girl descendant of Eve. A human child who will write the end of the story in this war. That girl is the Archangel of Savior Antares. _____________________ [{Outline Section}] Ozgur Doğan is The King of all the Kings of Demon in this story, destruction is within him.

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

Archer said. “All those Darkians were complete demonic witches and wizards. Because Serith was a self-proclaimed divinity, so her divine part was far weaker than her demonic part. The demonic population started flourishing and occupying most of the world that God had created for werewolves,” father said. “To clean up this mess, God sent one of the four angels who returned to him, Hizalia. He sent her to lure Albaris away and break their alliance. Before becoming a fallen angel, Albaris and Hizalia were deeply in love and were given the responsibility to write the romantic fates of all the children born from Serith and Micah.” Archer said.

"Archangel of Mercy, take these Cursebane Pills into the 18th Hell. Question Aryella and Asketel. Find out what Sylvester and the High Marshal are plotting. Get everything." "As you command." The Archangel of Mercy was thrilled. The 18th Hell wasn't somewhere one could just stroll into. Even for an Archangel, access was rare—let alone meeting the infamous demons, Aryella and Asketel. However, the moment she stepped past the gate, a wave of murderous intent engulfed her. "Who's there?" The Archangel of Mercy went on full alert. When she saw the figure step from the shadows, she quickly bowed. "Mr. Barstaple, I am the Archangel of Mercy, one of the nine Archangels. I was sent to deliver the Cu

She felt sorry for him. "In order to stop the creatures from killing us, the elders made a decree. Shadow warriors would be paired with dark angels",Xavier continued. "Dark Angels are extremely powerful creatures, almost as powerful as the Shades. They have the power to see past, present and future. They can communicate with spirits and have the power of nature in their palms. When a dark angel pairs with a Shade, they become stronger and indomitable, thereby making it difficult for the stronger creatures to slaughter us. A union between a Shadow warrior and a dark angel makes them stronger than the strongest creatures"