Ezekiel The Angel Novels & Stories

He was called the symbol of primordial power. His spirit has a wide range of emotions and qualities. He was cloaked with the power of controlling elements like fire, water, air. He is Zayaan, the youngest angel amongst all. He was the one who convinced other angels to support the evil one. When the other angels were falling on the earth, he hid on a lonely abandoned planet. He thought he could hide from the powerful archangels, but he was wrong. Once, they came to punish him. He ran towards a new planet named earth. He thought to follow his favorite angel, the devil.

Ezra: Now, to think that I would have found my wife’s anger sexy would be an understatement. The woman looked far more attractive than she ever had as she glared at Maddie, or should I say, Andromeda, as she waited for her to respond. However, the demon didn’t bother to open her mouth to explain anything, and instead, she stayed completely quiet, eyeing my wife as if she had grown a second head or more specifically, may have lost her head. In truth, even I wasn’t sure my wife knew the consequences of challenging a demon the way she did, but that made this a whole lot more attractive, at least, in my eyes.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

He quickly masked his expression, but I knew he felt it too. "What are you doing here?" Zayn demanded, stepping back from me and shielding me from Ezekiel's view. "I came to see the miracle for myself," Ezekiel said, glancing at the naked Omegas on the floor. "But looking at this... the sky is still dark over this mountain, and you still have that disgusting hunger. I don't think anything has changed." Ezekiel ignored Zayn’s murderous glare and walked straight toward me. He took off his own fur-lined coat and wrapped it gently around my shivering shoulders.

Then one swallowed and continued, careful with every word, "He had dark eyes and he's over six feet with even dark hair. He's almost huge, and he...," "I've heard enough," Ezekiel said again, and the scouts became silent. Ezekiel sat back on the couch, feigning calm on the outside, but his muscles coiled on the inside and he struggled to keep his breathing even. "You may leave," he said smoothly, dismissing them with a flick of his hand. They bowed, relief flooding their faces, and hurried out. The doors closed shut, and the chamber was left in silence. Ezekiel whispered the name, letting it sear his tongue like fire, "Elijah," His eyes darkened, while the torches flicked as his aura strengt

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. 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.

“Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.” “I will!” Victor shouted immediately. “I’m willing to accept your judgment, Rachel, as long as I get to stay by your side!” I nodded. “I’m a fair person. That depends on whether everyone here is willing to give you that chance.” The elders looked at him in silence. “No one objects!” Victor’s face lit up with hope. “I request–” “I object!” Chiara objected. She walked straight up to Victor and spat in his face. Her eyes were red as she glared at him.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

Isak explained. I blinked and quickly got out my phone. It only took a moment to get the projection of the building to come up. All but seven white dots were gone. Eliezer is in the basement, the three nephilim from DKE are on the first floor, and then Jerahmeel, Harris, and Isak are here on the second floor. With a snap of his fingers, Jerahmeel had sent two dozen angels away. That’s one hell of a power.