Demons Vs Angels War Novels & Stories

Cillian’s eyes narrow as he tries to disregard possible threats. “Maybe… the Angels?” “You mean, the Demons?” “However you want to call them—Angels or Demons— the reality remains the same: They wield a powerful aura. Some, depending on their age or rank, are stronger than us.” Zerdan articulates. “Fuck.” Cillian and Gio swear at the same time.

We relocated here some decades ago, growing tired of New York City and the wolf packs lingering in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, constantly chomping at the bit to destroy another of my kind, my family. This world, enveloped in fiction and fantasy from movies and books, still believes that angels are a demon’s worst enemy, and blood feuds are what keep vampires and werewolves occupied. Wrong. It’s all wrong. The ultimate enemy of a demon are the werewolves themselves. While we aim to destroy life, they choose to protect it. With the reality that our races will never see eye-to-eye, we continue the endless war of murdering one another and losing zero sleep over it.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

On Nisemono's face you'd see hunger for victory and on Tenshi was anger towards the winged enemy. They both backed away for a second and then back at coming at each other. They were fast, like they'd been using teleportation to attack but the other would dodge or meet the other's dagger. The sound of their weapon colliding was music to the old man. He finally opened his eyes to see how in sync the Angel of Death's chosen ones were. Speaking of chosen ones, he gaze at the room where Amrak was, an evil grin then displayed his face.

A prospect I felt uneasy about. The afterlife was different for demons and angels. After death there literally was nothing. By definition, angels are the guardians of heaven, and demons are the guardians of hell. So where else was there to go after death. There was no redemption or forgiveness to be found for our kind. We live to serve our respective masters, and go on living for all eternity. Or at least that is how it is supposed to be, the reality is much different. If demon history has proven nothing else over our long heritage, it is that immortal we may be, but invincible we are not. Every creature can be killed. Between Lucifer’s wars and internal demon pettiness, many demons have los

Veronica said, "I want Haneul to come back and tell me exactly where I can find Geronimo." "Relax." Alice answered, "You know why they're late." Veronica smirked at that. Haneul had reached out to them two days ago, saying that a huge battle erupted between angels and demons in Varanasi's time plane. As expected, Alice was horrified. Sure, clashes between angels and demons happened then and there, but they were never big enough as this one. Both sides have been at a standstill since the beginning of the 21st century for reasons that none of them could figure out. It was as if the never-ending war was somehow doing the impossible--stopping to a halt. But now, everything has descended into mot

Black holes, White holes and explosions the size of large planets rocked the void as the clash between these two foes raged on with no end in sight, sometimes a bright light would just go dead in an instant signaling the fall of an angel while other times a dark shadow would burst into ashes signaling the fall of a demon, their voices could be heard for miles on end as they let out battle cries while engaged in mortal combat, unlike with humans where only their demonic physical bodies were destroyed the case was quite different with regards to this epic encounter, angels and demons came from the same source as demons were once angels that rebelled against the Father and were punished by bein

Demons and angels clashed in a frenzy of sword and spell, their roars and cries of pain a symphony of war. At the eye of the storm, Lucifer and Luna met in a clash of titanic proportions. Their powers collided in a blinding explosion of light and shadow, each strike a test of wills and might. Lucifer's fangs were bared in a feral grin as he parried Luna's attacks, his counterstrikes fueled by the chaos within him. The ground beneath them cracked and split, molten lava spewing forth in geysers of fire and brimstone. Allistair, his Chaos a swirling mass of power, defended his mate with unyielding resolve. His power was a chaotic force, unpredictable and wild, clashing against the disciplined m

he tells us. It's history we should both know, and Oliver probably does. My mother taught me from home, and the history of the Demon's and Angel's is was not included in my education. "I wish the Angel's had been more thorough after they won, in killing all the Demon's before they fled to whatever sky Kingdom they come from," Oliver says, looking at me. I give him an affirming nod. Kastriv's gloved finger taps rhythmically on the arm of his chair. "The Angel's are perfectly moral, however they are unopposed to those who do not think like them. Demon's have always been benign creatures of nature."