Male Angels Novels & Stories

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

He gave me his hand and pulled me up on my feet again. "That is not true, my baby. There is one more soul you can get for our masters. Mira will be coming soon. And she will not be alone. You can kill everyone. I will be with you. But make sure to kill the unborn child in her womb. Two souls of the MacCarthy family. The blood line that was blessed by the four archangels. Angel Michael, Angel Azrael, Angel Rafael and the mighty Angel Gabriel." I smiled widely as I heard the good news my father told me. I was clapping my hands in excitement and I was laughing with my father.

One of the characteristics of an angel; we only differ in our respective roles and blessings. There are four classes of Angels in Heavenly Realm: each has different roles and blessings. In my case, the Herald's task is to deliver messages; our blessings are teleportation and can produce portals. We are the only class of angels who are granted to travel to and from different realms without written permission. However, our blessings have limitations too, and we can only use them during a mission. If we use it beyond our work, we will face danger.

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared:

I hid behind its stone wing, tucked between its chest and Eden's leaves. The archangels- for they could be nothing else- ringed around the burning flame. They stood like eagles perched atop cliffs, wings interlocking like chain mail. I studied the raised altar. It was like a nest of fire, blazing madly in a volcanic dance. Tongues of flame lashed the air. I'd given up all hopes of rationality, accepting the madness around me. Michael's voice rose like a clap of thunder. The ground shook beneath me- I clung to the stone angel, frightened. Samael glanced over his shoulder, eldritch face alien with an emotion that may have been concern. His song tore at my heart. I glanced away, back a

It was so for all the other creatures, all other creatures except for one. Of all creatures to come here - or not - Angels were the least expected. Those heavenly creatures had more pride in them than the beach had sands in them. Even if it was for business, they still would not show up but rather have their demon allies come in for them or send their human slaves in here but sending humans in here was like putting a fresh bloody kill into a shark infested water. It almost never went well.

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.

Turning around, they beheld six of the seven Archangels standing tall, their arrival striking fear into the hearts of the Fallen Archangels. Asmodeus, now healed and standing behind Maria, realized she sought to spare him from the impending judgment of the Holy Archangels. He attempted to leave her side, but Maria's gentle voice, still laced with her human essence, urged him to stay, "Please, Asmo, don't get involved. This is not a fight you can win." Archangel Michael, completing the squad, appeared behind Asmodeus, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and whispering, "Listen to her, Asmodeus. This is not your war anymore."

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.