Mythology Angels Novels & Stories

Whoever painted and wrote this book has an incredible ability, and I feel enchanted reading what is written below: One day, long ago , before wolves lurked in the land, before humans ruled the land, there were creatures that didn't have a name. These creatures had human bodies with wings made of pure night light. Wondrous creatures with a fierce temper and powerful instincts, they watched the fall and rise of every being on earth. They have extraordinary powers, powers like nothing the world will ever see born again. One day these creatures became known as angels. They have distorted human stories to the point where humans worship these angels without knowing what they worship. They were mad

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

she said. "Yes." "What you are." "Yes." She was quiet for a moment. Then she began. She told me what she knew, which was more than anyone else had ever known to tell me. That fallen angels — the name itself was a reduction, she said, a simplification that missed the actual nature of the thing — were not fallen in the sense of having been cast out or punished. They were chosen to descend. Sent into the world for specific purposes, in specific times, carrying specific capacities that the world needed and couldn't generate on its own.

She gazed at Lucian then me. "Oh," I understood. "Yea. I've been tasked with helping close the and seal the rifts for a year or until he completes the conditions placed by the Throne," she finished. "Angels," I said. "Powerful, ancient angels," she corrected. "They don't look like us. They are something we cannot begin to understand. They cast judgement in God's place, keeping everything as it should. They come from the first triad whereas I come from the third, borne to watch and interact with humans and guide them to a path of God."

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

For all he’d done for me, I could at least give him that. He continued to speak. “These angels, the “bad” ones – the Corrupt, are the ones who at one point in time became very powerful. You might know them as Zeus, Athena, Isis, Osiris, and so forth. The gods of old. Those of Greek, Roman, Egyptian “mythology.” At that time, the Archangels, the great watchers over all of us, were not as powerful as they are now. Let me rephrase. They were as strong as ever, but they were divided for reasons unknown and together they are their strongest."

- While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked. "The Angels are powerful beings who serve the Biblical God, and have the powers to inflict pain upon Devils and by extension the Fallen Angels due to their light-based powers~" "They live in Heaven which is divided into seven layers, or as they called them, the Seven Heavens~. Our leaders are the Seraphs and they are Angels who are guardians of the Throne of Heaven. The members of the Seraphs are the Archangel Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel who were titled the "Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.