Human-angel Hybrid Novels & Stories

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

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

Tangled. Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon. The room was spinning. Angel couldn't move. The stranger was still inside him. Still hard. Then— The fucking incubus started to move again. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked. ‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave. Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust. “You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?” Then Angel moaned again. **

The lights were completely cut off before they all turned back on so that we could get the perfect view of the Celestials inside the cage. I was not certain what to expect a Celestial being would look like. They were beings derived from angels, but the concept of angels seemed almost fantasy. That was saying something given the fact that shifters were fantasy to humans. Celestials mostly consisted of hybrids between angels and humans or angels and witches. Dante had mentioned that there were occasionally even pairings such as angels and sirens.

They needed a mixed blood, a cross offspring of an Angel and a human. Ben managed to sit up, holding on to his badly bruised shoulder. He looked at his Master who was struggling with the corruption slowly eating away at him, nine months was too long a time to wait for an offspring to be born, his Master did not have nine months. A human - Angel offspring was rare to find but it was not exactly impossible, right? They just needed someone who could find one for them. Ben knew someone. Or rather, some people. "Master..." He called for the Arch Angel's attention and he got it. Renard scrowled at the human still struggling to get back on his feet. Ben stood up tentatively, trying to ignore the pa

“You still didn’t answer my other question. What am I? You said I am three entities in one. Apparently I was born a freak from the get go. I just want to be normal. Is that too much to ask?” “You, my child, are an angel, werewolf hybrid. Essentially you are part human, part wolf, and a celestial being. You made a request to leave the celestial realm to live on this earthly plane to seek your Twin Flame, as well as your fated soulmates. Zadrial made the same request, but as heir to the celestial realm, they denied her request. Zadrial has plans to take control of you wholly so she can be with her Twin Flame. She holds your angelic and wolf counterparts captive. You must break through her barr

I would lose my wings and still have my powers, but they would be more heightened, I would bear offspring, but there was a probability they would never inherit my powers. I agreed and gave up my wings to be with the Beta who is your father. Some other angels also fell but didn't mate with werewolves, but other creatures known as humans and Nephilim were created. Ever since then, the Moon Goddess stopped assigning guardian angels instead the ones who remained with her and the fallen were the last original angels she created, the rest were either hybrids or powerless. Nephilims are a race of beings who are half human and half fallen angels, they are granted angel life spans and human souls, bu

"Adapt or perish. The future belongs to the hybrids." As they spoke, I inched closer to Silas, testing our bond. His mind touched mine, sharing what he knew—the restraints were triggered to release only with Logan's voice command or a key he carried. Four hybrids waited in adjacent rooms. Angela was being held in the north wing, heavily sedated since the birth. "Where's the child?" I asked abruptly, changing tactics. "Angela's baby?" "Safe," Logan said. "And developing beautifully. The first true hybrid born rather than converted. A perfect fusion of bloodlines—mine, Angela's, and through her, traces of yours."

I whispered to the angel. "What is she, exactly?" Sam asked, breaking my peaceful moment. "We don't know." Adrian answered. "She could well be a hybrid." He added, his voice tense. I stood up straight, letting Elle have her baby back again, and walked around the bed to Sam. "Are there no other children like her?" I asked with a frown. Surely, a demon and a human would have had unprotected sex before and produced a child. On instinct, Sam grasped my hand when I reached him, and pulled me close.

I guess I owe him an explanation. I sighed and smiled. “You and Elaine also became fallen angels and now a half werewolves. And both of you are hybrids. Truthfully, once an angel became fallen, he or she couldn't go back to the sacred place of the Promised Land. Azrael, you are immortal and in this lifetime, you could only live in this world and stick with me forever.” He let out a sigh of relief and smiled, “I'm delighted to hear it because I plan to stick with you forever.” he said and wink. I let out a giggle.