Nathaniel Angel Novels & Stories

The rain was almost done putting down the fire when Bree heard a terrifying cry, so full of pain and agony that she almost crawled to the ground to hold her knees up her chest. Nathaniel was assigned to a village not far from his – first – birthplace. The place was surrounded by forest and, although he was not a fan of the whole “isolated and bucolic” concept, he could understand the charm that came with it. He was not quite sure as to why a phoenix would be assigned to that place. It was not as if much could happen that require the assistance of pure fire or even fighting in such a place.

Of course, before she can even finish her sentence our moment is interrupted by one of my warriors as his voice fills my head through the link. “Alpha. We've found a girl on our lands. She claims not to be a Rogue and doesn't smell like one either but, she's refusing to tell us her name. Said she'll only speak to you. We weren't sure if we should take her to the cells or not because of our guests.” Nathen is a fairly new warrior but already he's proving to be a good one, but right now, I just want to knock him the fuck out for ruining the moment.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

What if he gets angry? " I...I uhmm. I am sorry, I was just too excited " She defended seeing that Nathan was just staring at her with no sign of expression . His face blank and unreadable. Nathan shook his head feeling so amused by Sadie's character. Isn't she his shy guardian angel? " I understand perfectly, you don't have to apologize for everything Sadie, learn to live freely with me. You are someone I will never think of hurting and I will not find it funny seeing you hurt "

He smiles. "I'm Angel," I say and return his smile. "Come on, let's go in." I turn back to the door where I find Mrs. Samuels waiting for us. The guys already found their seats. Nathan stands beside me and looks around for a seat. Unfortunately, he finds a seat before me. He smiles at me and pitifully pats my shoulder before walking to his seat.

she said, her tone heavy with hurt. Gabriel Holt, now 29, had always been different from Cassian. From a young age, he was drawn to art and creativity, preferring the world of colors and expression over the brutal reality of the Mafia. The family respected his choice. They never forced him into the family business or the Mafia's violent lifestyle, understanding that his heart wasn't in it. Theodore only asked that Gabriel train himself well enough to defend himself, ensuring that no one would ever see him as weak.

he said turning me to face him “your beautiful eyes aren’t t be tainted with whatever bullshit this man is going through. You are going to go home, and relax. You’ve exhausted yourself enough, and I can’t keep watching you do so because you won’t be stopping yourself” “The man deserves what he’s going through” “And he’ll be going through a lot worse, but it doesn’t mean that I want you to watch any of it, nor does it mean that I’ll be lenient on him. I have information to get. However, an angel like yourself isn’t supposed to watch all that” Elijah said cupping my cheeks. I blushed at his choice of words and he smiled kissing my forehead “how about we go home now? We’ll be having enough time

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

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."