Doom Eternal Angel Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go

Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution. Seraphina, guided by an invisible thread of destiny, descended gracefully into a moonlit clearing, her wings folding as she touched down with an elegance befitting her immortal lineage. It was then that she saw him—Adrian, the werewolf whose reputation preceded him, stood before her, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

Jeremy asked reading a lot of resentment in Ethan's reply. "The day you quit your college behaviour," Ethan replied. "Ethan, that is enough don't you think? It was just a one-time mistake I made must you relate every circumstance to it?" Jeremy asked irritated "One time you say? I didn't know you have dementia as part of your disease," Ethan replied with traces of anger in his voice. "Ethan, you have one more time to insult me and you will meet my fist," Jeremy warned. "Better get your fist ready to meet my claws because I am just warning up you douchebag," Ethan said facing Jeremy squarely.

he said, and I heard a male voice calling someone. Five minutes later, a man walked into my room. He was older, just like one of those elders who hurt me. I recoiled in his presence. “Hi, my name is Evangel, and I am an angel of death… and a healer,” he said, “Your father asked for medical help…” he said, “And I was informed that you have been through harsh trauma, so I will need your hand, and I will try to fix whatever is hurting,” he said, and I took a deep breath.