Novel & Cerita Primordial Angel

' He felt a tug on his pant, wasn't the shock enough his eyes were imagining Bozo there In mind 'Wait if it's his imagination why does it feel too real to' He sat on his knees and looked at those eyes, indeed he was not imagining him, he was real, the note tied to his collar was another proof He took their baby boy in his arms, Bozo showered his love on him, showing how much he missed him Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, w

Chapter 10:The arrival, he was like a Demi god from Greece. As the sun's final rays kissed the horizon, a gold private jet landed with grace, its tires whispering against the earth. At 7:30 pm, the aircraft came to a halt, and an expectant hush fell over the airport. A man emerged, surrounded by 10 guards who seemed to blend into the shadows. He stepped out into the fading light, and time itself seemed to pause. His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn.

At the same time the words had a very dangerous tint to it. Her eyes followed his movements as he looked up and began unlocking her right hand. For the first time since the whole incident, she had time to study his face. She hated to admit it, but she couldn't help but stare, he was handsome. Greek god like. Dark, messy hair framed a face that looked almost unreal. His black eyes were impossible to read, cold enough to send a chill down her spine. A straight nose, sharp jawline, and perfectly balanced features made him look like someone an artist would spend years trying to recreate.

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

And through those wounds, the seven Primordials descended with judgment that made their previous trial seem gentle by comparison. "You have violated our verdict," the lead Primordial said, its voice resonating across every frequency in existence. "We acknowledged your evolution. Blessed your unity. Granted authority that transcended normal limitations. And you repaid our trust by fragmenting yourselves, by wielding powers carelessly, by endangering the stability we built into creation's foundation." "We separated to protect allies," Aria protested weakly. "To defend against coalition attacks. We—"

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

I couldn’t complete my sentence instead a sob came out. Rebeca placed her hand on my head and gently patting and caressing the back of my head, she answered all my questions. She replied, “Listen Hazel. It is nothing strange. It is your true self. You have completed living your human life. You are not a human, dear. You are an angel. You are the daughter of Seraphim Ammenadiel, superior to the most of angels and first creation of God. Though your mother was a human but you possess your father’s quality. As you possess human blood so you have lived a long 20 years as human but now you are an immortal, no human can harm or kill you.” I didn’t interrupt her when she finished, I asked, “Why my f

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.