Dark Archangel Novels & Stories

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Another minute and I might fall victim to his charm. "I suppose you have a point," the angel murmurs and turns around to grin at me; the sight freezes me on the spot. His beauty is effortless and imbued with magic—I can't peel my eyes away from him. I dumbly stare at him, up at his impressive form; he is darkly handsome, like a painting. "My name is Azrael, and I owe you my life, little vampire." I'm released from his enchantment when he looks away, finally able to feel oxygen return to my lungs. I've heard of an angel named Azrael, but I can't remember from where.

After achieving beauty and admiration, they will be able to pass this level. Archangel- They will morph as a human, work and live as a human. Along with their mission of achieving purity and goodness while they live as humans, then they will be able to level up. They sometimes work as Public Servants, Governor, Mayor, President, etc. To go to the next level, an Archangel must lead blackening individuals to righteousness.

Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance These beings watched over the universe, and followed the decree of the Omnipotent One. But some desired more. Led by the Archangel Lucifer, one

The sixtieth floor of the Thorne Tower didn't just smell like expensive coffee. It smelled of an imminent storm and something denser—something that scraped the back of Carter’s throat: ozone and sulfur. Carter—or rather, the being inhabiting his mortal shell, the Archangel **Uriel**—adjusted the cufflinks of his white shirt with almost mechanical precision. His mission was clear: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the young CEO who, since the accident, had become a husk of pain and scars. But today, as he stepped through the steel doors, the very frequency of the universe felt out of tune.

Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal. Archangel Azrael and Archangel Chamuel exited Heaven and reappeared near the park where Azrael and Maia battled. Well, not battled per se, but had powerful words with one another. Azrael made a calculated retreat when he faced Maia, an eight-winged person. Now that she had broken through into the Tenth wings, what were his plans for destroying Blake Elon, who she protects?

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

ANGELA. I was walking in the school hallway going to our classroom when I suddenly saw a tall man with a black backpack worn over his left shoulder walking ahead of me. Just by the way that he walks and the way he wore his bag, and of course from his all-black outfit, I think I already know who he is. It’s Lucifer. I’m really happy that he’s starting to attend our classes again. After all, even if he’s already intelligent and he seems not to have any reasons to study anymore because his family is already rich, I think it’s still important to go to school to learn things that one cannot get anywhere.

She was about to just give it all away. They didn't stop. It feels like someone ripped my heart out when Dylan gave me the full details of the party and how she was about to sacrifice her life. I felt anger but most of all despair. I guess Angel is right. I've taken away her freedom. And we haven't been with each other for a really long time. *** Quinn Daggers were our rival. They were the ones who were the real danger. They were the one who hurt the innocent and kill them. They show no mercy. And I hate people like them.