Earth Angel Starlighters Novels & Stories

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds. Gabriel, Barachiel, and their brothers formed lines with the remaining angelic legion. Their wings shimmered with divine light, each beat of their feathers sending arcs of energy across the battlefield. The air vibrated with power as they clashed against the fallen, led by the twin Seraphs Sariel and Remiel. These former protectors had abandoned the Light, now wielding corrupted celestial energy with precision and lethal grace. “Zadkiel!” Gabriel shouted as he deflected a blast of corrupted light, the force throwing him backward slightly. “F

ures. Aelys, the child of light and shadow, duels the Overveil’s consciousness—a formless void of light and shadow—in the rift’s core, the crystal heart relic and counter-relic blazing in her hands, her lunar mark radiant, her twin-star eyes fierce with resolve, her aura a beacon of hope and fire. “Mother,” she cries, her voice a spark, “I’ll end it!” Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor shield her, their frost-flecked, silver, and starlit auras united, their starlight blades slashing, their redemption a spark of unity. Lirien, the Lightweaver outcast, clutches her glowing tablet, her scarred silver lunar mark glinting, her starlight blade ready, her defiance a quiet vow. Theryn and Zynara fight besi

“That’s the nerdiest war explanation I’ve ever heard.” Severiel lifts off the ground slightly. Floating higher. His wings flare brighter. “You’re very clever machines,” he says. “But you misunderstand something.” The gold light spreads outward from him like a sunrise. The clouds burn away. Stars appear above the city even though it’s still raining in the distance. “This universe existed before your circuits.” The light intensifies. “And it will exist long after.” The lattice reacts instantly. A massive geometric structure forms directly above the angel. A cube the size of a skyscraper made entirely of shifting alien light.

“Sometimes… they wear dark green.” Ru watched his mouth form the word, “What?” as she dropped her boot onto the ground behind her other one, but she couldn’t hear him. She’d bought enough time. Even as the word came out of his mouth, a burst of blue light flew over her head, accompanied by a torrent of wind, and the ground began to shake. All around her, streaks of light filled the air as the angels came crashing into the line of Reapers. Ru backed away, taking shelter behind a nearby tree, allowing Flint’s forces to clear a path for her so that she could close the portal at last.

“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.

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.

And now, he was like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. With the barrier now gone, a flock of angels surrounded the darkened field. Sunlight finally seeped into the open area but it failed to quench the swirling darkness on the ground. The angels who were inside the field when the shadow domain o Maleficent appeared were on the same state as them aside from the guardian angels – Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, and Aurora.

The tufted red leather was the only color available, in the room, oddly in contrast with the tower of white documents piled high on the man's otherwise empty desk. Zen stood next to the tower and hummed, "So you can't sense what's wrong with her?" he asked picking up one of the pieces of paper and rolling his eyes at whatever was written on the document. "Oh I can, I'm just saying I'm not a creature like James. James belongs to the Element group of Darkness, quite like the young one you sent with your friend, the Frenchman", she stated, "Ash, was it?" she frowned shaking her head and then continued; "On the other hand, I am of the Element Light and am an Angel. I am not at liberty to tell yo

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.