Primordial Angel Novels & Stories

“Don’t you think that if I was supernatural, I would know? I mean… I don’t have wings or glowing eyes. Anyway, my mom says that my dad was a one-night stand met at a nightclub near her university.” If I was paying attention, I would have noticed Mathias’s head snap in my direction. I would have noticed his eyes appraise my appearance. “Then how do you explain your rapid healing, luv?” Azazel asks. “You fell down the bloody stairs and were stabbed in the stomach, yet you have no wounds. No human would have survived those kinds of injuries. Also, only pure angels are born with wings. It’s rare for Nephilim to be born with wings. It’s also rare for female angels to even exist.”

"And the shadows… they tried to take me." Eldric's face went white. "Then they have awakened." Damon tightened his jaw. "Who?" With a strong voice, Eldric turned to face him. "The Primordials." There was a thick quiet in the room. Eldric went on, "The Void was never the real threat," "The Primordials—ancient beings of chaos—were sealed away long ago. But the rift has set them free." Damon's eyes grew gloomy. "And now they want Melissa."

Hess, the old maid who helped Amara to dress up praised the girl who's looking herself in the mirror dressed like an angel. Her short hair which reached till her shoulders was styled by the old lady in a very appealing way and her pale face was covered up with a light makeup. The old lady made sure to style her hair so that the scar on Amara's left eye would be hidden good. Gulping down the lump in her throat Amara saw herself sitting in front of the mirror looking at her own reflection. Hideous! That's what came into her mind in the first place.

Angel who had given giving birth to the bad children, was also sent to live in the destroyed world, and the woman of war still war against these gods and giants she had led to victory against human beings, and though the war took a long time, and these Angels stood against her, but at the end, they began to fell to her sword, till she conquered the great beings from heaven, after she had killed all the angels and all these giants, she had peace for some time, but when she began to have trouble in her heart again and there was no one left to face she went to the heaven and challenge Eledumare armies to battle and even the Eledumare chamber armies founded it hard to defeat this woman who poss

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

Dawn's face turned pale. No. Arielle tightened her arms around Elias. What is it? Dawn looked at her. The Hunger was never the thing we were fighting. The earth split wider. Something enormous moved beneath reality. Dawn swallowed. The Hunger was only its shadow. The Beginning raised her head. For the first time, she looked truly frightened. The End whispered a name that made every star disappear. The Primordial. Arielle looked toward the widening crack. What is the Primordial? The Creator answered.

I asked gently. He went quiet. Instant regret washed over me. “I’m sorry,” I said hurriedly. “You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked.” He sighed. “It’s all right,” he said finally. “Perhaps you deserve to know.” He leaned back slightly. “She’s been that way since birth,” he said. “She hasn’t spoken a word since the day I met her.” Pain threaded through his voice, deep and raw. I swallowed hard. And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

Tara Pov: I was surrounded in dark. I am panting heavily. Where is this place? “Hello, is anyone here?” I shouted. I started to cry. I heard a laughing sound. I moved forward toward the voice. “Hello” “I am here angel, come to me,” the voice said “W- Who is that,” I asked in a trembling voice. I didn’t get any reply from that voice. Suddenly someone hugged me from the back. I shout and struggle to get out of that grip.

"I have information you need to hear." I gestured for her to continue, feeling Mason and Ethan tense on either side of me. "There are whispers in the darker corners of the realms," Alexandra began. "Ancient powers stirring, older even than the Void Lord. They're not happy with the new balance you've created." "We expected as much," I replied calmly. "Do these powers have a name?" Alexandra's eyes darted nervously between us. "They're called the Primordials. Beings of pure creation and destruction that predate the very concept of balance. And they're coming."

Ares asks, cracking his knuckles like he’s already in the fight. “We have to draw him away from his mate,” Michael replies. “Primordial gods are strongest near their mates. Once he’s far enough, he’ll be vulnerable.” “To any attack?” I ask, not interested in tossing my wolves into a losing battle. The angels don’t respond. Zeus arches a brow. “She asked you a question.” “We do not speak to females,” Uriel sneers. “They are impure and unfit to receive the words of the Godhead.”