Primordial Angel Novels & Stories

He raised an eyebrow in surprise that I knew the term but shook his head before answering. “No a nephilim is what happens when an angel impregnates a human. We are not birthed by angels therefore we do not qualify for the term. We are created, by binding ourself to the angel who chooses us. The moment we agree we are now bound to that angel and it changes us, alters our being so we are somewhere in between both entities.”

A Primordial, newly awakened and furious. Kai, Maya, Dax, and Ghost formed a protective circle around Celeste, their combined power feeding into hers. But they were struggling. The Primordial was too strong. “MORTAL CHILD,” it boomed in a voice like mountains grinding. “YOU DARE BIND ME? ME, WHO SHAPED THIS WORLD BEFORE YOUR GODDESS EXISTED?” “I don’t want to bind you,” Celeste shouted back, her voice strained. “I want to send you back to sleep. Back to the peace you knew before this fool woke you.”

He took us in after the Supernatural Council tried to execute us. As for me, I’m a Nephilim. A Nephilim is what we call a supernatural who is part angel and part human. I have long black feathered wings, claws, and fangs. My eyes glow like a blue glow stick when I change into my Nephilim form. Angels don’t have fangs or claws. Alex told me that for a long time, angels believed that Nephilim was unnatural. It was against divine law or something for angels and humans to mix; nevertheless, they have children together. It didn’t help that Nephilim have claws and fangs. Some feel that we are closer to being demons than angels.

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.