Grigori Angels Novels & Stories

"I see ~ I am facing the direct subject of God." Godric was amazed at Lucifer's words, looked alternately at him and at Amon. "Direct subject to God?" He asked into the room, knowing that nobody would hear him anyway. Godric was confused. For him no people were the direct subjects of God. Not even the holy priest was the direct subject. According to the Bible, it was the angels. But it wasn't the first time Louis's words had confused Godric. Godric didn't believe in the story of Jesus, but he had always believed in angels. However, he had never openly admitted this because as a father he simply could not say it. He had done it once when he was still in his apprenticeship. This had not had an

I could expect anything from them. As I stepped into the living room, I found demon Gregor waiting for me. Along with the witches from the kingdom of Omas. The kingdom was like bitches but they had the finest witches who knew sacrificial rituals. To feed the seeds, we needed the blood of the humans. We needed to get them to grow bigger and powerful. After all, we all knew that war was never against humans. It was against the angels. And it was almost impossible to win against the angels. Unless you have something powerful enough to break them.

Instantly they lose their balance and fall backward into the pool. "What the fūck, Bev!!?" Sputters Grigori a few seconds later, as he and Serge resurface from the depth of the water. "Oh is this what it is huh? Revenge!" Serge halfheartedly chortles. "I guess I'm forgiven?" "Nope!" Katie sticks her tongue out at him. "You have to play with us a game of chicken fights first!" Bev chimes in. "Fūck no!" Grigori scowls.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

I said simply to him. “And respecting my bond with my mate.” Niko said causing us to jump. I skipped over to him placing a kiss on his cheek before going back to my muffins. “Thank you for not forcing me to kill you. She wouldn’t be happy.” Niko seemed to force it out, though his smile seemed real. Theo let out a small laugh. “Now that the fuzzy stuff is over.” He shook his body like he was a wet dog. “Nikola, have you ever heard of… Angels? Like part god but not immortal?”

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

he shrugged. “Graham, that’s enough!” Latisha shouted. “It’s alright. That’s your opinion. Harper doesn’t have to get her thong money out with me so it doesn’t bother me.” Dimitri smirked. I looked up at him baffled. He clearly was trying to be on his best behaviour, the Dimitri I knew wouldn’t accept that off Graham normally. “What do you do?” Latisha asked, changing the subject. “I work at the Russian embassy.” “Oh like a spy?” Graham laughed, shovelling some food in his mouth. Jesus Graham shut the fuck up.

I groaned, and then flicked my tongue over it. "Oh God, Danzel!" Angelina moaned. Her voice was barely audible. My hands left hers and squeezed her breasts. Moving them across her soft body, I let them roam across her face. My groans grew louder as I sped up. No wonder Angelina could do this to my body. I wanted to hear her moan my name once again, but instead, there was no response. Angelina's body went rigid under me, and her grip in my hair loosened.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.