Earth Angel Starlighters の小説・ストーリー

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:

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

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

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

Iris shouted. Just then, the ground started to shake so violently that all fighting ceased. The skies had thunderstorms before a sound so feral covered the land, making us all get on our knees and cover our ears. Just as my twins were glowing, Nikolas began to glow too. I had a feeling something big was about to happen, and I was right. A white glowing light floated out of Angelina while Angelica floated in the air. A red glowing light floated out of Nikolas and we all watched my daughter float in the air, surrounded by the lights. The red light sped off in the one direction just as the white one entered her.

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.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."