Gothic-angels Novels & Stories

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

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 original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

It was no wonder people loved staying here, it was beautiful. an angelic voice greats me and I can tell its Angela by her scent wafting to me from the back on the entrance. Angela is a succubus and she is very good at her job. I know Dorian didn't tell Rebecca about what she was, and for all intents and purposes she never questioned why Angela was so perfect. Rebecca wasn't even intimidated by her which I found intriguing since Angela was drop dead gorgeous. Any man or woman that walked threw these doors were just enamored with her which made bookings a breeze.

A ) Lilith B ) The moments C ) Aaron D ) Pete The Angels who had fallen were stripped of their _? A ) Wings B ) Power C ) Gift D ) Halo Their angelic power comes from what source? A ) Their halo B ) Their brain C ) Their wings D ) Their heart From the 8th chapter of Time Is Reborn, who has the highest hierarchy in hell? A ) Asmodeus B ) Lilith C ) Beelzebub D ) None of the above WHO caused the heavens to strip the fallen Angels of their powers?

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

Thea said. “They’re the opposite of the shadow demons. They emit light. They clear your mind instead of muddling it. Though they will continue to sing your praises, the difference is they mean it. The shadow demons repeated the words. Your angels understand what you are, that you made them, and want to serve you. Their honorifics spring from true purpose.” “You gave us angels?” Thea said, watching as angels flooded out of the portals to the Underworld. The rest of Lilith’s army had still been down there, animated by shadow demons, waiting their turn to join the fight.

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

We can’t go to Calista’s Plaza anyway… it’s closed. ‘What kind of ghosts sleep? I don’t care if it’s dangerous. My sister’s in danger and scared. She has no idea what’s going on.’ ‘We won’t do Rocky any good if we’ve been captured by Hera’s soldiers or worse! Because things always get worse in the mage dimension. That’s why the gorgeous angel doesn’t want you running around alone.’ I groaned and sat back down. I eyed her and frowned. ‘You think he’s gorgeous?’ She shrugged, ‘All angels are good looking. Dark angels are the worst. Gorgeous but wouldn’t hesitate to drop you into a pit of fire.’

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not