Grigori Angels Novels & Stories

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

The guilt that I'm the reason she's dead gnaws at me, so I speak, trying to avoid it. "But I thought it was dangerous for angels to be in the underworld? Like their body rejects it. At least that's how my mother explained it in a letter." I ask him "For long periods of time, that's true for other angels, but she could pass through just fine when I marked her. The issue was the pregnancy, pregnancy is very, very rare in angels, and their bodies require a perfect environment to sustain it. She couldn't very well have a safe pregnancy in the God realm, considering she was hunted for her union with a demon, and her father was determined to kill you." he says as if he's told the story a hundred t

Liam was staring into his eyes and then, he gasped. ---- Tabby

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

His lips trembled as he asked, “If I cut them off, can I stay? I can do anything—bodyguard, driver, or even a servant. As long as I can see you from a distance every day, that’ll be enough for me.” I stepped down hard on his right hand. The blade came down instantly, slicing three fingers from his left hand. The severed fingers trembled slightly in the pool of blood, like small boats adrift in a sea of suffering. “It seems like you weren’t listening carefully. You’ve been expelled from the Medici family. So…” I paused, my voice turning cold. “Get out. Where you go, I don’t care.” With that, I walked out of the hall. The elders followed behind me one after another.

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

He was on the same age as him or maybe younger, eyes gray. "The orb has chosen me, there is no need for them to come." "I see," the guardian smiled lizard like, bringing his hands at the back of his head, turning to face the other way. "You were one of Keisuke's tsundere character, huh? The one introduced as cold and dangerous. I bet you betrayed him and he expected that." "You seemed to hate the Angel of Death just by your tone of speaking his name." "Oh yes," Pika hissed, sobbing a laughter. "Me, a great Archangel getting reprimand by that stone cold bastard! Do you know how annoyed I am when that idiot giggles? I don't get why I have to do this for him!"

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

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.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha