Midnight Angels Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

The priest goes to the coffin and says," Give him, o Lord, your peace and let your eternal light shine upon him. Amen." We watched as the coffin went down as In the arms of the angels start playing. You spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh, and weightless And maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room

When Brianna sang, it was a song titled, Angels, and the most profound lines goes thus; Maybe it'll end one day, This darkness consuming me. My angels will come, Break me out of this cell, Overwhelm me with blinding light, Chasing the darkness, And I'd be enshrouded in light, A soul worthy of the angels. Those lines resounded deep within me and I could only think, who really are you Brianna?

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.” Night: Lounge Past midnight, Angel hovered in the doorway, arms locked across her chest. The lounge flickered with a no-budget horror’s blue wash. Chris slouched in a recliner, buried to the wrist in popcorn. On the couch, Robert snored gently into Selma’s shoulder. Teens sprawled on the carpet, half-watching, half-whispering. Scott among them. “Anyone seen my parents?” Angel asked, voice too steady. Chris glanced over. “Weren’t they going for shrubs?”

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

Her voice was a whisper. "Hidden?" "In the time of the First Ones," the midwife continued, "when the celestial order fell and people forgot their guardians, a few angels were brought down to Earth. Not the warriors. Not the leaders. The ones too precious. The ones who would... one day, when the time came, return. And restore what the world destroyed." Kael finally spoke. His voice was low, restrained. "The final war." The midwife nodded. "They're awakening. One of them stands before me now."

Lothar, being a bit of a ham, actually cast a silent spell that dimmed the lights, almost as if it were story time. "According the keepers of order . . . you might call them 'angels' . . . and their disciples, the Shoggoth rarely started power plays on their own. So either this one is one of the few rare rogues wanting its own dimension to play with, or it's just the tip of the iceberg. It may be trying to draw together enough power to free its master. And if that happens . . ." Lothar trailed off, his theatrical spell forgotten.

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”

* The voice continued, its cadence rising like a funeral march. BEFORE YOUR CITIES. The earth beneath them trembled in reverence. BEFORE YOUR HISTORY. The dark sky above fractured with silent, silver lightning. BEFORE YOUR SPECIES LEARNED TO DREAM. Absolute silence returned. Nobody breathed. Nobody moved. Then, the titanic eye slowly narrowed within the depths of the chasm. And for the first time since it had breached the surface, Ava didn't feel rage or hostility emanating from its presence. She felt a profound, bottomless sadness. It was an ancient, crushing grief—the kind of sorrow that could only be carried by an immortal soul for millions of years in the dark.