Nephilim Book Novels & Stories

I nodded, absorbing all the information he was giving me. "So what about half angels?" "They're called Nephilim, and frankly, they're annoying creatures. They watch over the different creatures to prevent power struggles and wars, but they think they're all high and mighty because they have angel blood." "Do angels like creatures like that?" I asked and he nodded. "The Angels think of them as their 'disciples,' so they are. Besides, they have been given the role of protecting living beings." "So where were they when you were attacked that night?" I asked, curious because it seemed that there was no one there to protect Cole the night he was attacked. There should have been beings like the Ne

Her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders, her rosy, pink nipples playing an erotic game of peek-a-boo from behind the strands. My phone ringing pulled me from my dirty thoughts. It was a good thing. I’d get no work done if I kept being distracted by Hana. I turned my phone to see who was calling and furrowed my brow as it took a moment to register why I should know the name Harris Comstock. Then it clicked. He was the Nephilim, my young brother Engelbert, or Bert as I and most of our kind call him, out of spite, sired, and rejected. “Harris?” I greeted him, unsure what my nephew would want.

they're still here in this realm. Cynthia : What do you mean brother...and what are they. Niklaus : These are the Nephilims...I heard stories about them. but I thought it was a myth but their right here beneath the ice the whole time. Cynthia : Brother look at this.. Niklaus : Impossible...their been a city beneath us all these year's. Cynthia and Niklaus discovered the hidden truth that was sealed away for eons. Olateju : (Sinister Laugh)...Thank you for leading me to the Seraphim she is just straight ahead.

"Where is Thea? She was supposed to bring more cups for beer pong. Hey, who's the kid?" How did they get from ping pong to a drinking game of beer pong? Leo ducks his head down, unable to look into Ares's eyes. "Stop, Ace, your scaring him." Effie embraces the child, who flinches again at her unexpected touch. Surprisingly, he didn't push her away. "I just ask, who's the kid?" "As you know, he's your nephew?" Ares studied the boy, rubbed his eyes, then blinked a couple of times. "Nah, Jacob can't be this big already. And you haven't given birth yet. How can he be my nephew?"

Everything in my body tells me to run, to destroy this dagger and not look back. This weapon that can kill Stefan and help us get Lily back… it’s bad news. “Do you feel it?” Marle asks while looking at all three of our faces. “What the fuck is that?” I say, staring back at the horrified expressions of Kai and Cat. She levels me with a cold stare when I ask this. “Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.”

he thought with restlessness. He abandoned the book on Samael and accidentally stumbled upon the portrait of Asael. He tried to stabilise himself by holding the raised stone-like structure where Asael's book is placed. But accidentally he knocked the book down. Before he could pick up the book and place it back, the book began to float in the air on its own. Its pages turned on their own accord. The rustling of the pages is loud in the other wide quiet surroundings. 'Lord Asael is the fifteenth Nephilim king, who took over the reins of the Nephilim race after his father passed away

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

"This first one is for the Gathering Realm. It will expand your Apertures and your Ion Sea to handle up to the Realization level. The second will push your Apertures again and your Ion Sea to the Reformation level. As for the Third.. well it should, in theory, push you to the Transcendence level of energy reserves." "Gulp! I will not die right?" Felicity was not expecting Ren to be that far ahead of others. She was a little scared now. "The Third manual is?" "No. I will make sure of it." Ren said. "The Third manual compliments one of.. supplemental ones. It is the Lava Tiger." Ren thought hard about it and let go of the hesitation the last time he taught the manual to anyone. The last was hi

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off before jumping into the pool. The thesis was finished that night. But his thoughts about Fertine’s necklace won’t end. He stole glances at her while they were doing the thesis. Wilder didn’t know if Fertine noticed that or not because he was bowing. He’s curious why Fertine has the same necklace as the girl he met. It might be a coincidence. This is the possible reason. That kind of pendant design is not the only one in the necklace. He didn’t need to ask that nerd why she had that. He doesn’t want her to think that he likes her.