Primordial Angel Novels & Stories

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

He probably did. After I thanked him, I came out with him to drop him off at the door. "She's pretty, though!" He grinned. "I can't wait to see your cute babies. And to see you being wrapped around their fingers, trying to manage—" "Alright, Vyan, bye!" I closed the door on his face, stopping his nonsense, knowing he was going to curse me. But right now, Angel was my first priority. Later, I called Peter to bring the medicines for her, since I couldn't leave Angel alone in this condition. After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

I turn to see a surprised Ted. "I think you're looking for her," Ted whispers and motions me to the other side of the gym. Angel stands there, now changed into spandex shorts and a crop tank top. She is focusing on her phone, and now I understand why Ted looks so surprised. Her tanned and sexy belly is showing, and I can see her two little abs. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail. Unwillingly, my mouth waters while I look at her. She is fucking sexy as hell.

When I opened my eyes, Azael was waiting for me, sitting on the grass. I realized I was asleep, so I looked at him calmly. “So what happens now?” I asked carefully. “Were you ever told the story of the angels?” The angel asked calmly, and I nodded. “Do you know the story of the primals?” I frowned. Yasa had spoken so openly about Izan and me being primal souls that I hadn't thought it through, hadn't done any introspection about it, and I knew well that Izan hadn't given the matter much thought.

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

. "I told you once that Lucifer's voice wasn't the purest of them all?" This time Godric nodded. “Angels are not born like humans, but grow on the sacred tree, in eggs. The putti do not hatch after a certain time, but are called. ”“ Called? ”“ Yes. From Lucifel. Only a truly pure and heavenly voice can make the putti hatch. You surely understand that we have a little birth problem after Lucifer's disappearance? "" Um ... Yes. So somehow yes, I think. ”“ Angels cannot become pregnant and give birth to children. They are created and hatch from the eggs. ”“ What? Wait a moment! Amon was able to have children and he's an angel. I also heard that Lucifera is said to be Lucifer's mother and that s