Nephilim Powers Novels & Stories

Kade, Elle, Caiathus, Nailah, Dante, and I were going to be heading over there after we finished breakfast. Chris made it all of thirty minutes before he blurted out the question about Nailah’s poison. By the gods, I loved him. He always kept things really entertaining. Her eyes shifted into her slitted cat’s eyes – the ones that screamed danger, and her ruby claws extended from one hand. The smile she gave was entirely feline, adding to the aura of danger. She was the sweetest person you would ever meet, but her kind were powerful and dangerous if need be because they were guardians and were given the ability to defend against damn near any threat.

Right here and right now. Well, I haven't told you that this world I'm in, holds a LOT of secrets. One of those secrets is people with powers. Literal powers. Like one who holds fire without even burning themself. Or one who holds water like it has shape. Unfortunately, only nobles have these strong powers. Peasants or commoners like Pheia doesn't have any though sometimes miracle happened. Some commoners were bestowed with powers but only a few of them have. The healer searched for a possible wound around the man's body. If this man is what she thinks he is. He might be grateful with her generosity and helpfulness that he came back alive. I hope so.

"Any Nephilim you see here are not directly related to angels. That has not been the case for centuries." "Huh?" I raised my eyebrows. "You were right when you said we were half-breeds, but everyone here is descended from two Nephilim parents. That lasted for generations until you finally became an angel. Hence, why we have little power other than physical superiority." That explained why, despite both being half-angels, Cole could heal but Nicolas could not. "Why has that not been the case for centuries?"

That man he met is killed by one of the Nephilim. The Nephilim are born when a demon invades a human body. They have some special abilities apart from being larger in size and scary looks. Nephilim can only be killed by the Skipper seers, and no one can kill them. The Nephilim who came to kill Iris is dead because of the arrows Iris fired, and not because of the Were warriors. Anything the Skipper seer touches becomes a deadly weapon to use against the Nephilim.

— Speak plainly: why this girl? — Orders. — He doesn’t stutter. — I need to take her back. — “Back” to where? — I can’t say. I hold his gaze until I feel the first crack. — Who sent you? The corner of his mouth moves a millimeter. He fills his lungs and looks deep into my eyes. — You have no idea what you’re holding. She isn’t a trophy. She’s an anomaly, the greater sin. Balance depends on where she stays. I lift an eyebrow, mocking, but that line triggers an alarm inside me. Nephilim have always been the greater sin — worse even than the fall of our parents. What could make this woman an even bigger problem than us?

But she still had the courage to talk, "What do you want from me?" "I only want for you, what you want too- what you crave for, what you are dying to have...I want you to unleash the power within. I want you to be free of every restraints..." his voice slowly getting an octave down and huskier! And oh! so very freaky, "...I want you to feel all the power that reside within you. For your name is Argamas!!! The first descendant of Anak! The first seed of the Nephilim!!!" he roared. Lightening stroke across the dark grey skies that stood in sight from the circular window at the sound of his voice.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

"I and my grandson are the last of an ancient, primordial lineage, boy. The final scion of the Fallen's bloodline, borne of his cursed progeny down through the eons since the dawn of your kind's existence on this earth." He flexed his wings outward with a bone-rattling boom that sent tremors rippling through the very ground beneath their feet. The air itself seemed to shimmer and distort with the intensity of the heat radiating from Enzo's form, as if reality itself could not quite perceive or process the true depths of his unveiled power. "This is my true visage, my truest nature laid bare before you. I am Enzo Cavalieri Delgaard, of the Nephilim lords descended from the Fallen God himself.

“I am warning you again, Andy. Please take your father’s words seriously. You have no idea how evil and powerful your father’s Nephilim, Azazel, is. He had wiped my memories with Vince and almost created that situation in which we parted away.” “But he is not like that, isn’t it mom?”, I asked in a low voice. “He loves all the pups of dada as his own, doesn't he?”, I added another question. I had heard about dada’s Nephilim from my mother a lot. ‘He is not as good as dada but he is definitely not as bad as he was before.” . “Of course, he loves Ben, Matt, Keith, and Becca. But he is more possessive and protective of you because you have his powers. And trust me, darling…”

I drew in a slow breath, the truth smacking me in the face. “Kenneth” I said softly, “you are a Nephilim?” His head gave a slight nod, the movement causing the silver beads to gleam. “My power is a glamour so to speak. I can hide my wings, and make people feel attracted to me, or want to do things for me.” His voice was low, “that is why you were feeling so off around me.” “You knew?” I asked, incredulous. He nodded. “Your reaction was stronger than most, you aren’t very good at hiding things.” He smiled, not using his glamour this time. “You should probably work on that.”