Judge Angels Novels & Stories

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

she said in a tone that dripped with sugary sarcasm. Both Rosina and Aaron visibly paled, forgetting to even breathe. Cassian's gaze darkened as he looked at the two. "Your time has come. It's time for you to pay for your sins." Rosina and Aaron began pleading once more, their voices shaking with terror. But Hailey and Alex had already stepped forward, forcing the bitter poison down their throats.

Her eyes were wide with shock. Cassian placed the bow in her hands and straightened her aim, placing his hand on hers that has a loose grip on the bow. "Observation." “You're going to be my assassin.”

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

Their voices echo from nowhere, as if carried through space itself. They think themselves gods. But they’re only angels. Gabriel presides. At his side, the others: Uriel, Raphael, Michael… Angels — the damned landlords of the universe. Humans have it wrong. These bastards never show mercy. They’re nothing but celestial bureaucrats. — Caelith’s vicarius was attacked in his own territory — Azrion starts. — Sentinels. I want authorization to strike back at that church. The six murmur among themselves, their words sealed from my ears.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

It was as if something deep within my very angelic nature was shifting, awakening, or reacting to her presence in a way I simply could not explain or control. "You are in love with her, Eros." I turned my head sharply to the side. Ajal was floating right next to me, his gaze also directed downward toward the huge building where I always lay hidden during my rest periods, watching over her home from above. Ajal is one of the oldest and wisest missionary angels among us. He serves as a messenger, sent by God’s will to different places at different times, with purposes that vary according to His plan. We all have vastly diverse missions, each corresponding exactly to our identity and purpose in

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.