Grigori Angels Novels & Stories

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances. "Grigori is an organization created by Azazel and the Fallen Angels who fell with him; they were also called "The Watchers of the Children of God", in other words, the looked after the Sacred Gear possessors." - Her voice echoed all over the field. "Grigori invites or takes in possessors of Sacred Gears that have no family and are left all alone, looking after these Sacred Gear possessors while training them on how to use their powers, turning them into experienced possessors to remain within the organization."

He paused to take a sip of his drink, "Collectively, they had grown weak. Some speculate they weren’t in agreement as to what role they should play in all of this. Should they sit back and let things unfold as they would, or should they intervene on mankind’s part? They had not unified and were, at that point in time, scattered about the earth. There were so few of them then who believed that they needed to protect humans from the Corrupt that they were unable to stop these renegade angels from dominating and playing with humans like they were toys. It wasn’t until these wicked angels posing as gods died in their human form that their tyranny stopped. However, even for centuries after their

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Damien would definitely leave the house but might end up getting stuck in traffic for the rest of the night, so he decided against it. At about two am, Jacob began feeling a pleasant pressure on his groin. He had sleepily opened his to see Bianca grinding her bare core on his clothed hardness. He had jerked his head up while his eyes widened like saucers as realization dawned on him. She was just putting on the t-shirt he had given her to change into. He had also given her some shorts but she wasn’t wearing them as she straddled him, her hands grasping her breasts as she moaned loudly.

Xavier’s moan was echoing through her head, a slew of curses, the sound of his thighs slapping against hers, the ringing in her ear sounded off right before she came hard, releasing all her anger and stress before she stopped remembering. Gabriel walked into the club after his long walk there. It was his first time on foot, but every Angel knew the earth from carrying. Once he was at a location he knew it in his mind, memorized like the humans he carried. Another perk of being a carrier. They were the closest to the human kind than any other Angel. Eyes turned to him once he entered the blasting night club seemingly as it wasn’t as packed as it was before. Sunday late night didn’t seem to dr

, 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.

"What were they thinking?" Mara approached the dead gorgon, not minding the disgusting scent and just by basing on the spear stuck on the gorgon's stomach, it was the angels who did this. "Mara, look at this," Damien said while staring at something behind the bushes. "The gorgon has eggs." Anger piled up even faster as soon as she saw four gorgon eggs lying safely on the ground. The gorgon was clearly protective of its eggs since they're about to hatch in just few days. So, why did the those angels chose violence and killed it without mercy?

The bright fairy lights glowed, as if they were also praising them, shining on them to make their nights brighten, smiling with them. For a while, they walked quietly, content with the peaceful silence that surrounded them. Both of them couldn't help but be thankful for each other's company. Angela's eyes kept deviating towards his handsome face, appreciating his manly features. His eyes were his most striking feature to her; his glassy grey eyes that could hold a thousand secrets, they could be hard but they were always soft and calm whenever she was around him. His eyes could give away his emotions but only when he wanted to. Just like then, when all Angela could see was love and care for

"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.