Half Human Half-angel Novels & Stories

She inquired. “I could, but you—can't” “Why?” she curiously questioned. “You— it's hard to explain and I don't have the time right now, we have to get to the crime scene before the body is removed,” I explained. “No, it's not, I know I am not just any demon... I am a half-angel, and I can destroy the transverse— think demons use to— do what you all do,” she smirked. Newfound demons, always the ones to watch, and guide, so they don't get killed, I thought.

See, It's not my fault that I'm a half-blood. I too 'had' a normal life just like you until a series of action thriller mega-fantasy stuff started to happen in my life out of nowhere. Trust me, being normal is better than all this. Being a half-blood for real is pretty...I don't need to say that, because my brother has actually told all about it, so no. Let me warn you too. If you are reading this to become a half-blood, please don't do this, you are going to be in great danger, it's better if you go to the kitchen, take a knife and stab yourself. But if you are a person who doesn't believe in a fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o

Stained with the disparity of the Nether World, its once regal form in line with nature had become dark – screaming with an intent to kill to those that crossed path with its blade. But Damon was the strongest Halfling for a reason and he had proven it when he easily dodged Selaphiel’s attack as if he could read them clearly before she could even swing her unholy relic. A knot lodged deep between her brows before the fallen angel looked back in contempt. “Zel! A little help here will suffice!” Veins popped around the fallen angel’s neck as she screamed amid the series of swings she was doing against the halfling prince. Amid the intense attack of the fallen angel, Selaphiel, Damon still mana

I had alot of questions I wanted to ask him. Needed to because there was no way I was uprooting my life with no explaination. And I think he saw that look in my eyes, because he gave me the run down on what was going on with everything. There was a war brewing and it all started wiht a missing demoness princess. She had allied with the fallen angels, and even some halflings (the offspring of humans and angels) that were wanting revenge on the angels.

He seemed worried about something. “You know that I'm a half-werewolf and half-angel, right?” he said, and I nodded quizzically. “Yes, what about it?” I asked. He let out a heavy sigh and said, “Well, all angels have come back to Promised Land. But what about me and Layla—I mean, Elaine?” That's what bothers him? Perhaps it bothered him when Elder Lucriel and Elder Fana with the rest of the angels that live in the southern land returned to Promised Land. I guess I owe him an explanation.

I go into the theatre room and make popcorn, trying to keep my mind busy. Normally, after I defeat a big-bad demon, a sense of peace comes over me knowing I have a few days at least until something else tries to kill me. But now…now I can’t stop thinking about what I am. Half witch. Half angel. I just want to feel like me again. * It feels good to be home. Freya and Pandora bombard me as soon as I’m through the door. Relenting, I sink down onto the floor and let them rub against my face, purring loudly.

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.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

These people are just excited for the hunt and start shape-shifting all around me. “Feels so good to finally be gathered here like this,” Liam turns around and stretches, drawing attention to his shapely butt before he turns into a large, black wolf with huge feathered wings guarding his back. What the heck? Is he a half-angel too? ‘No, Liam is a half-demon,’ Aurora says. ‘Unlike your old Alpha, who was a half-angel.’ Shock sizzles through me. ‘How do you know Adrian was half-angel?’

Michael stands beside me and is about to speak when Mikhail and his mate, Nevaeh, approach. Mikhail looks at Michael with wonder. Archangels are even rarer than female angels. Most of the others chose to stay in heaven. “Are you really the archangel, Michael?” Michail states, starstruck. “Oui,” Michael answers. “Enchantée. Comme c’est étrange…” How strange. “…you are a half-breed angel and a demon. That is most uncommon.” Mikhail snorts, “Yeah, that’s what the nice supernaturals think when they meet me. The rest either want to see me dead or are disgusted by my existence.”