Earth Angel Starlighters Novels & Stories

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.

"Terminal is linked to primary hub. If I trigger a 'code blue' in this ward, the Matron and night-shift healers get diverted to lower basement for emergency protocol. Gives you a four-minute window." "Four minutes." Seraphina echoed. Face pale. "Mira, if the wards catch us, they'll incinerate us. That light is designed to kill 'dark' entities." "Then we don't go as dark entities." I said. Looked at Seraphina. "You're a half-angel, Sera. Your signature is the closest thing to 'Holy' this school has. You're going to mask us." "Me? I can barely hide my own wings!"

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.

"Looks like it's spring." His clutch of me loses up, and I peer past his face, up at the bright skies above us. "What the flipping hell?!" I screech. "Great choice of words..." Azrael squints at a tree. "Hey, isn't that one of those cat people?!" I turn around, only to witness feathered arrows blast from out of nowhere. They pierce through Azrael's wings, and the angel glares down at the cat people in annoyance. Masks cover their faces, and they are yelling and stringing bows to shoot at him.

The angels however gave a very weak clap. "The angels performing in this contestant are Michael, Carshena, Gadreel, Adriel and Nahamani". The response of the angels showed that they were very shocked at this new pattern. They however still clapped. Lucifer could not care less. He flew to the top of the stands and sat staring Carshena in the eyes. The angel gulped and flew to the bottom of the arena. Michael also made his way down and he tried to make eye contact with Lucifer. Lucifer however plastered a smile on his face and looked towards the crowd. If the angels were going to keep going against him instead of willingly accepting him, he was going to make them do so forcefully.

They began to approach him with their weapons drawn and ready to spew his blood but before they got to him, a powerful spark of lightning crashed from out of the sky and landed right in between the Celestials. The blast from the spark created a shockwave that spread through the entire beach and it was powerful enough to push Zarif who was still struggling with Sader across the sand. All five of them looked up at the continuous spark of lightning, waiting to see what had caused it and after a few more seconds, the lightning seized and from the leftover dust appeared Fawn and Norae and they were both fully armoured and heavily armed. Zarif realized it was time for him to skedaddle because he c

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

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.

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

A blinding light radiated from me. "Thank you, angels!" I prayed as a light of gold and white escaped through my hands, bathing Tommy and I in rays of pure angelic power. "We will hold you to that promise Abigail." An ominous voice poured out from the light. Looking up through my long lashes at Jason, the look of surprise and hope plastered on his handsome face made my heart skip a beat. The bitterness and hostility I had seen on his face, even as he tried to hide it from me while comforting Tommy, had vanished.