Queen Nephilim Novels & Stories

“We came down and supposedly fornicated with mankind and caused all sorts of chaos. As a result of our pairing with humans, we produced a super human race of man known as the Nephilim. We taught humans things they were never supposed to know. So, God decided to curse us for it, banishing us from heaven to live on earth. Then he caused the flood to try and wipe out the Nephilim, who in those days were giants, such as Goliath. Nowadays, any offspring we produce with humans are just those who possess some sort of “gift” as it is called sometimes. Those who have the power to heal, to predict certain events, and so forth. Witches some would call them. We call them Demi-gods or Demis for short. Th

“What is he, Lucius?” “His father is a Nephilim like you, but the director was born from darkness.” “What do you mean?” “There were two kinds of Nephilim, the light and the dark. And he’s the dark while you’re the light. He consumes blood to survive.” “Like a vampire. Why?” “Because he doesn’t have a soul anymore. He also consumes human essence.”

Well, okay he had never heard of such a supernatural before and he knew a lot of supernaturals. "Or, more commonly known as nephilim." "Nephilim?!" Gabriel repeated and Draco nodded. Now that word he had heard before. But had ever actually met one? No, he had not. "Offsprings of the forbidden mating between angels and humans. There hasn't been a naphil sighting in at least thirty years." "Why?" Draco sighed. "They're hunted for their blood. Centuries of mating with humans made their bloodline undetectable. So they can easily pass as humans. The only way to truly activate the power in their blood is if they become a supernatural, like a vampire or a shapeshifter like us."

Everything in my body tells me to run, to destroy this dagger and not look back. This weapon that can kill Stefan and help us get Lily back… it’s bad news. “Do you feel it?” Marle asks while looking at all three of our faces. “What the fuck is that?” I say, staring back at the horrified expressions of Kai and Cat. She levels me with a cold stare when I ask this. “Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.”

Kyra responded her voice ringing across the arena with authority Nephilim has a very specific classification they are the children born of fallen angels and man they are abominations half-demons half-human evil corrupted beings, monsters who prey on innocent human beings we learn this at the academy But my father is LORD MICHAEL Kyra announced as she lifted her sword pointing it at the sigil on her backplate over her shoulder There was a collective gasp around the arena and then everyone's voices questioning the truth of what she just said he died for this host Kyra continued ignoring the voices that now fell into a hush everyone was hung on her every word including Gabriel, everyone was on

Haneul expressed, his fingers forming a steeple in front of him. He'd thought the attack to be strange right away, and he still could not figure out who was behind it. As non-immortal demi-angels, the Nephilim could not travel between dimensions. Their bodies were defective, a circumstance that was a direct consequence of having a celestial soul get tainted with human essence. It was similar to what was happening to LJ, except the Nephilim carried it with them since the day they were born. As the abominable result of the union between humans and angels.

. During this process, I could feel his soul never left his body. Strong hands gripped my thighs. I continued to breathe into his body, his eyes open and green hazel eyes looked into mine. His brow furrowed I saw that he had auburn eyebrows. I pushed the feeling of calm into his mind as I did with Nefertari. While in his mind, I pulled his name from him. Ramses the first. And in large letters in my mind's eye, Nephilim appeared he gripped my thighs tighter. I finished bringing him back, in turn, he took a deep breath, and I gently and slowly pulled him to his feet with me. He stood a good twenty-one inches taller than me. Which brought him to six-foot-nine. “Rameses are you okay? I’m Jassmyi

"Do you have any idea what you're holding? Kayla stared at the artifact, its intricate designs now glowing brighter, pulsing as if alive. Her breath hitched. "What...what is this thing?" "Put it down!" he barked, his tone sharp, almost desperate. But the artifact didn't budge. It clung to her hand like it was part of her, its hum growing louder. "I can't!" Kayla cried. "It won't let go!" The devil took a cautious step back, his anger replaced by something that almost looked like fear. He glared at her, his fiery eyes boring into hers. "So it's true. You are a descendant of Arithymus."

The Queen of the demons, first wife of Adam and as well the ex wife of Lucifer but yet she rules the Demons, as her heart is black so is her practices. My kind the Dragon shifters has been good friends with Lilith from the day she was dethroned by ‘God’ as the wife of Adam and Eve was created to take her place. Lilith hated Eve from day one, it seems we have things in common, she wanted Lucifer and I wanted Delilah… or should I say I want Eve. “You want her as well?!.” Lilith asked. She’s not happy about this but I seemed glad she wasn’t

I've seen paintings of him before, elders told stories about him during the full moon gathering since I was a child. My eyes widened as the realization suddenly hit me No... It couldn't be... "Lilith..." Oliver smiled. "I'd like you to meet someone." My heart raced as I continued to stare at him. "This is godfather Vincent, the king of all the werewolf clans, including ours." The words echoed repeatedly inside my mind. It is really him. The King. The Alpha King. The legendary ruler whose name I had heard in stories since I was a little girl. He had taken over his father's throne at eighteen after his death, and he has ruled over all the werewolf clans ever since then.