Primordial Angel Novels & Stories

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

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.

When rays of sun melts the ice off of the ground for the flowers to bloom again. She opened her eyes again and pulled my hand on her lap. "Centuries ago, spirituals were one of the creatures who lived and protected this planet. They were different from all the other creatures. They were blessed by four most powerful angels. And with their powers, they could kill and reincarnate anything. They were basically the most powerful creatures living on earth." Angel Ramiel started telling us the story about my powers. Everyone was listening. I felt like I was part of that story. Of course I was technically part of that story.

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you because a higher rank angel, one, you have to be a guardian angel of a human

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.

You will start all over again. Yes, he is hopping. But it seems like you have no point because you have no assurance, If he doesn't remember anything, what's the point of going back? And who will he turn to if the one person in the world that is important to him he can no longer remember? The final rite of presentation to the angels who will become full archangels is being carried out. The setting is on the shore where Zekiel remembers he and the other angels came from Some angels have been blessed as full archangels. There are also angels who chose to become humans. Emmanuel is one of them. For the first time, Zekiel agreed with its decision.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Ashley, Alaina, and Mia couldn’t help but gasp in awe. “He’s gorgeous!” Ashley murmured, and Alaina nodded in agreement. “He looks like he stepped out of a dream” Mia added. But Alex remained focused, his eyes narrowing. “Who is he, Aunt? And what does he have to do with this?” Alex's aunt let out a deep sigh, her face shadowed with sorrow. She looked at me briefly, her expression apologetic, which only heightened the tension in the room. Finally, she began to speak. “He was the firstborn son of the first angel in heaven,” She said.