Genesis Angeal Novels & Stories

Luckily, Paws woke up right in time probably from the burning heat from the male, and looking at both him who was determined enough to still stand while being burnt, and his friend whose entire gait held anxiety he bit his lips. With a strange burst of determination, Paws leaped out of Genad’s hands and shooting straight up with all his might he used the wind pressure from his wings to slap down the device to Genad. Genad could finally feel the flames turn off, and as expected, the device had annihilated the holy fountain’s influence. Immediately, Feral’s panicked voice rang. “The angels have broken free!!” It happened so suddenly, time was still by their side when an evolutionary saint, unf

If Big Brother Xiao Ning would really become the 18th generation of the Falconer of Heaven, then he himself would have to help him deal with that what was the 18th generation of the Imperial Celestials no matter what. However, if Big Brother Xiao Ning would not become the 18th Generation of the Vast Expanse of Heaven, then who would become the 18th Generation of the Vast Expanse of Heaven? And who would be the 18th generation of Heaven Sentinel? Suddenly, Xiao Chuan thought of something and raised his head, his eyes rounded, his heart at this moment, as if it had fallen into an endless dark and cold universe, the whole person was alone, as if he had lost his soul and stood still, motionless.

"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.

He looked at her with contempt. She chuckled and shook her head. "Actually, I have. I have been on that other side four times and I know what it is like. I was five years old when I first found myself on that other side. I was tortured and nearly killed when my dad rescued me." He looked at her with shock and disbelief.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I asked. [Well, about that, you could say that I'm the person responsible for the creation of the integral system that had allowed you and countless others to survive in this post-apocalyptic world. The one who manages this so-called Game which was utilized to harness the power of the Holy Energy through the restoration of the ancestral link that connects God to his creations, the miracle you humans commonly referred to as Evangelion.] "Wait, what now?" I became confused. [I'm afraid to tell you that I was not able to comprehend the context of your question.]

Not what any rational being would consider a sure thing - but a helluva lot better than sitting on her plastiflesh ass waiting for help to arrive. All of which explained why Angelina was willing to launch the sled, enter the slowly orbiting debris field, and search for the necessary parts. That in spite of the fact that the activity forced her to confront bodies or parts of bodies, some of which were still quite recognizable. That's why she cried, prayed, and swore, mixing the three things together into long liturgies of her own devising. "I'm sorry, Gethro, sorry the bastards got you, sorry you died so hard. Look after him, God, he's one of the good ones, the kind you want to keep. Oh, Lord

GILDA’S POV When Angel was done playing, I lifted her into my arms, and the three of us, Japheth, Angel, and I, went back inside the house. Japheth rolled quietly beside us as we returned to her room. Japheth stopped at the doorway while Angel and I went in. He didn’t follow us inside; instead, he stayed there, watching us in silence. The room felt unusually quiet, and I could feel his eyes lingering on both of us as we settled in. After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

I don't think my body or my voice would aid me when I finally get to see him or Zoe. I won't just be seeing them from afar. I'd have to dine and wine with those hypocrites at the same table. Gracious Moon Goddess, I hope I haven't made the most incriminating mistake of my life by coming here for revenge. But that superior being? She's been quiet for like forever now. I'm beginning to doubt all she said about me being her child and how I've been made for a greater cause. How can one make for a greater cause be so timid, afraid, confused and fragile?

Gabriel said softly as he tried to pull Elena back towards him. “Gone?” Elena whispered confused as she shook her head “No, she’s here. She’s alright. She just needs to see me and she’ll be okay,” Elena countered as she tried to open the room door again. “Elena stop! She’s dead. Evangeline’s dead!” Gabriel yelled as he gently pulled Elena back. “No! No! Evangelyn!” Elena screamed in terror as she collapsed in tears on the floor. Gabriel crouched beside her and tried his best to console Elena as she sobbed uncontrollably.