Overlord Angel Novels & Stories

After a moment of contemplation, Kass said, "Taking down Throne City is inevitable for the Cathedral. But right now, the Vindicators can't spare any forces. As you've seen, the werewolf army and the vampire forces that are about to arrive will soon be engaging with us. We're under considerable pressure at the moment." Andrew smiled slightly. "Yes, the Cathedral is indeed under some pressure. But Lomuia wouldn't let His Holiness the Pope allow that pressure to continue mounting, would they? His Excellency Mephiston isn't here anymore, so reinforcements should be coming to support you, Archbishop. For instance, a few angels with unmatched combat prowess." Kass' eyes narrowed as he stared at An

I am the ghost you don't wanna ghost because my backup is higher up, you dig? Commander Angel Star, or "Angel Star," leads the angels of lore, the artistic angels who fix broken worlds. She takes orders only from the Divine Creator and, in matters of defence, Commander Knight Angel, or "Knight Angel," her lover. In matters of lore, he defers to her instruction. As lead angel of lore, she is a healer of worlds, a saver of creation. As with her lover, however, her primary calling is always defence of the Divine Creator. Only in the noble dark of Knight Angel will the light of Angel Star shine, for in all other types of darkness she is camouflaged by divine order.

Disgusting. ‘She’s the rumored Lone Vampire Mistress…’ ‘We play in the wrong land…we’re doomed…in the successor of the bloody queen of all vampires.’ “PLEASE, SPARE US, PLEASE!” one begging rogue plead but Mira was not backing down to her own words. “SPARE US, BLOODY QUEEN.” another one plead but something twitched in Angel’s hearing. Angel suddenly appeared in front of the rogue and quickly grabbed its neck with such power and anger. He was growling as dark energy began to overpower their wolves and they started to whimper. Angel was not their alpha but he emits a power that is equivalent to a ruthless king.

It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Adon, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful than this?

‘Speaking of the fucker. “Who are you? Wait,” said Michael the Loyal as he maneuvered his wings from them. “Blue scales. You are Ilorde from the elusive Shapeshifter Clan of the Ambivalent World, right? What are you doing here in the Nether World?” A series of questions ensued from the leader of the arch angels’ mouth. His gaze looked behind the roaring humungous hydra. Realization dawned upon him before he clicked his tongue upon learning that there was a smaller version of Hydra flying around the demon-spawn who had escaped from his clutches. Michael the Loyal shifted back his attention to the shapeshifter. A thought entered the arch angel’s train of thoughts as a grin made its comeback on

he tells us. It's history we should both know, and Oliver probably does. My mother taught me from home, and the history of the Demon's and Angel's is was not included in my education. "I wish the Angel's had been more thorough after they won, in killing all the Demon's before they fled to whatever sky Kingdom they come from," Oliver says, looking at me. I give him an affirming nod. Kastriv's gloved finger taps rhythmically on the arm of his chair. "The Angel's are perfectly moral, however they are unopposed to those who do not think like them. Demon's have always been benign creatures of nature."

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

But now, seeing that he has already crossed the line, I no longer hesitate on killing the man. A black mist gathered on the floor where Lorde's shiny boots touched and from the wooden desk where he was leaning. I was very pleased as it swirled around him like a tornado, but before it began to suck the air out of his lungs, I hissed as a holy barrier immediately blocked the black mist, quickly expelling it. Double shit. The Archangel showed itself again. Raphael appeared at Lorde's back, standing next to Michael Winner's study chair. He gave me an immediate glower and bared his pure white teeth.