Lord Ramiel Novels & Stories

Ramiro shakes his head as he accepts the cup of coffee brought by Octavio at that moment. "She is a Licántel, Ragnar," the alpha's eyes widen. Ramiro shrugs. "Her biological father's name is Uriel, and he is an angel."

Surely, they were well over a thousand men waiting down there. “Ryder might be just one person, but this is the year of Osyron, and I am not taking any chances.” she said with an even voice. “Besides he is Ryder of Astaroth, has that not sunk into your understanding yet? What he is capable of doing?” “I am aware of what the Axeris can do.” the wizard replied in anger, he gripped his staff tightly, causing the red jewel to glow. “He is no different from his predecessors.”

Unlike Rafael, Gabriel chooses to meet us at Lucifer’s London home. Eyes wide, I bite my lip as soon as I catch sight of Gabriel. Like Lucifer, the man has a very confident swagger and ebony eyes. However, where Lucifer has dark hair and pale skin, Gabriel has a halo of golden curls and an olive complexion. He’s also several linches above six feet and perfectly muscled. There’s no doubt that all four males are gods among men with their ethereal beauty. What is most impressive, though, is his black, matte armor and Ivory wings.

"His name is Kaleb, he came here yesterday from the south east, he is a guard here" "This is a curse" Ryan whispered to himself The only person who was capable of laying powerful curses was unwanted souls like Gabriel or Marilyn "This is definitely your handwork Gabriel" He whispered again, shaking his head in disbelief

I exhale roughly, feeling like the weight of the universe rests on my shoulders. “You are not a pure breed. You are a three-way cross hybrid of Human, Kindred, and Royal Oracle blood, and you are the last of your kind. You see, about an earla year ago. I had a vision about you and Zion. A Kindreds eyes only glow when he has discovered his fated soul. You and Zion are the only ones who are immune to the dagger of Eternal Death because a soul that has been made whole can never be ripped apart.” “Are you saying that my soul and Zions' soul is now… one?”

I paused to take a drink of water. “What does all this have to do with me?” Ryder asked. “You shouldn’t exist. You are a supernatural being, handcrafted by the goddess Selene and the God Typhon. The amount of power that you radiate right now has many of the Gods on edge, including Zeus. They fear if you grow any stronger you can use this power in a negative way, and you may cause the balance to be disrupted. Also, some lower-level Gods fear that your power could surpass even theirs. Right now, they are the ones who we need to worry about the most. They want you dead.” With those words Luca growled. Anger rolled off him in waves at the thought of someone targeting his Alpha prince. Luca start

my lips moved alone and a low, childish laughter was heard. Remiel. The seventh archangel and the seventh angel to fall. Even after so many centuries, he still preferred that childish form. "You look excited, brother," he said playing with a lollipop on his small, pink lips. Ramiel’s hair remained blond as it was before his fall, his eyes remained bluish, as the mortal sky had been before Asra stained him with her rage and her skin... she resembled porcelain, but among all that made him look more like-if to the archangel who had been so long ago, were his wings.

Roman fired and Legion exhaled “No need to be this difficult, listen there is a witch named Nimueh in black hills. One that I know and have crossed before, she is after me but she is taking teenagers as extra bonus to up her powers against me” Legion finally explained, Lucas and Roman took sharp glances at each other “So you’re saying that you offended some witch and now she’s here looking for you, but she is killing people just to amplify her powers against you?” Lucas rephrased what he said, hoping he’d understand better

"You do not want a kiss, how about you get down on all fours, my sweet vixen?" My ears pique in shock. I risk a glance at him and gone is my amused husband, in his place is a part of him I do not recognize. There is something burning in his gaze as he stares at me — lust. I am trembling under his scrutiny. He steps away from me. "I do not like to repeat myself, Lilith so do as I say if you do not want to see what I would do to you for not listening to me." I can take the yelling and the whips anytime, but this? Do I even have a choice now? After all, my Father knew what he was doing when he made me and not Riya the sacrificial lamb.

The smoke parted. A giant, dark-red wolf loomed before us. In its jaws dangled a smaller, broken lycan—same golden eyes, same hue. Riftan. "Milord!" Vale stepped forward. "Step back," Leurel warned. My knees trembled. Stay calm, Ruby. Zen isn’t gone. He must have a plan. "Ah... I’ve never seen that expression on you, Ruby," Ydrian’s deep voice slithered through the air. "Are you angry I took care of your little prince?"