Dark Archangel Novels & Stories

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Turning around, they beheld six of the seven Archangels standing tall, their arrival striking fear into the hearts of the Fallen Archangels. Asmodeus, now healed and standing behind Maria, realized she sought to spare him from the impending judgment of the Holy Archangels. He attempted to leave her side, but Maria's gentle voice, still laced with her human essence, urged him to stay, "Please, Asmo, don't get involved. This is not a fight you can win." Archangel Michael, completing the squad, appeared behind Asmodeus, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and whispering, "Listen to her, Asmodeus. This is not your war anymore."

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Aeolus was proud of himself for what he did to help, and he indeed helped a lot, as he and his people aided our people to clear the deads. As to what was happening out in the world, I heard Raziel say to us that there was a pact made between the dark Angels and the light ones, with a special group of mixed parties created with the task of controlling other people who had access to artifacts similar those Ignitious had. He had stolen an ancient machine from the dark Angels, to use for his own personal purposes. I am sure the dark Angels themselves would have used it to their benefit one way or another. Perhaps Ignitious was the least of all evils. Apparently, a big leader in the ranks of the

She checked herself at the vanity mirror and she had a truly depressing look. Her hair was a crow's nest and her deep coloured lipstick smeared all over her mouth. She looked like Harly Quinn with all those smudged products all around her eyes. Abruptly, she heard the door open, slipping her attention to who it was. Lucifer invaded the room; wearing a black sweatshirt and sweat pants including a damp towel hanging on his shoulder. His vague stubbles were cleaned off and the pleasant smell of mint expelled from him. "Where am I?" Angela asked sluggishly. The hangover had not completely worn off from her body.

He is the 11th ark angel who pledges his loyalty to protect God's creation in the form of a scorpion, as his holder will be torn in between good and evil, light and dark, and the Yin and Yang due to his abilities nature, and the sin that revolves them all. SAGITTARIUS- The 12th ark angel who pledges his loyalty and guardianship to protect God's creation in a form of an archer. He has the ability of alchemy that lies into the forbidden science and the infamous philosopher’s stone. His holder is the manifestation of the manipulated desire and false truth that will play both sides of salvation and destruction.

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

He is suddenly picked up and thrown across the cave. ****************************************************************************** “Drake!! Drake!! Can you hear me?!” Angel stares at the hole he fell into. He then senses the damage Drake is taking. His own power starts to boil up in reaction to his dear friend’s pain. Angel closes his eyes, “No! No! No! NO!” He then starts to glow red and pulsate with intense power. The wind starts to gather around him, quicker, and quicker, till it’s a shrieking gale. He then screams a blood-curdling cry, releasing the energy; the wind slams everyone into the far wall. Angel floats in mid-air with jet-black wings and fiery red hair. His hands trans

For a long, tense minute, the vehicle sat idling, a dark monolith against the sand. When the rear door finally slid open, a man stepped out into the dirt. He didn't wear a designer suit or a tactical uniform. He wore a perfectly tailored, charcoal-wool overcoat that seemed completely immune to the desert wind. His face was sharp, asymmetrical, and entirely devoid of warmth. This was Malakai Vance—known in the deepest, most whispered corners of the dark web and corporate espionage circles simply as The Devil of the Wire. He was a man who didn't deal in money; he dealt in the absolute leverage of human ruin.