Novel & Cerita Earth Angel Starlighters

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

Azura asked as she lowered the shades she was wearing, holding a candy stick as a cigarette in her mouth. "And who do we have here?" Raven asked leaning over the counter. "We are the Devil’s Angels, now who summoned us?" Azura asked, tossing her hair, as Skyla put on her best frown as she crossed her arms. Kataleya, who looked like anything but a devil’s angel, blinked as she stared at the other two. "Well, I heard certain angels wanted milk?" I asked. "Oh yes." Azura flicked her hair as she took a puff on her fake cigarette, making the rest of us shake our head, just this morning they were pop singers.

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

Relief washed over her the moment she recognized the familiar, glossy pelts of her pack members. There were Layon and Reebah with their almost matching jet-black pelts, Tyson with his charcoal grey, Dallas with his pale grey, and a few brown ones to mix it up. Then right in the lead was Angel with her striking red pelt that made her stick out no matter where she was. And the flash in her green eyes told Lara that nobody would be able to stand in her way as she moved to face the other wolves that were charging after them. “Lara, come on!”

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

The Angel of Light glowed with an otherworldly radiance, even brighter than that of the moon goddess. "The Light!" Melinda exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. "You have come!" The Angel of Light smiled down at us, his eyes kind and reassuring. "Yes, my child," he said. "I have come. I sensed that you needed my help." I watched in awe as The Angel of Light stepped forward, his hands glowing with a golden light, and his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. The shadow warriors stepped back, their faces twisted in fear. "You have no power here," The Angel of Light said, facing the shadow warriors, with his voice booming through the woods. "You are nothing but shadows, and I am the light t

The light took the form of a celestial figure, an angelic being of immense power. "Stand down Amelia," the angelic being spoke with a voice that echoed like a chorus of a thousand voices. "Your true destiny lies beyond the realm of darkness. Return to the light that once dwelled within you." Amelia's eyes widened, a glimmer of recognition shining through the demonic facade. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her loyalty to the Devil and the memories of her friendship with Marcus, Derek, and Edna. The battle momentarily ceased as the friends watched, their hearts filled with a flicker of hope.

"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.

It collapsed into itself, and beneath was a quickly portal to the forever burning inferno. The blade took a deep breath and the floor reversed its action and was replenished without the hounds. After the wipe out of the evil that had been brought upon Eregdrix, the blade vanished from sight, probably, back to it's keeper. Light fades. First Person Narrative John Screeman The angels had swam across the sky and across this realm to earth to protect the humans from the harbingers of the Apocalypse. I had not seen Raphael since and it was us versus Azazel at the moment.

“Good Night, Mama.” “Sweet dreams.” They already closed their eyes so I decided to go to sleep too. I closed my eyes, ready to be captivated by sleepiness but then Lucifer’s face suddenly appeared in my mind. From the moment when we first saw each other. -------------------FLASHBACK---------------------- “And who the fuck are you?” Lucifer asked as soon as he gets to stand in front of me. I was a bit terrified by the sound of his deep thunderous voice. “A-Angela. Angela Santos. Lucy’s best friend.” I hoarsely said—pretending not to be affected by his frightening gaze that could kill someone.