Novel & Cerita Raphael Archangel Supernatural

Mr Carter writes; My dearest love, You gave me the greatest joy when you agreed to be a part of my life and for that reason, I promised to love you no matter what. We happily got married and I gave you the kind of wedding you wanted. I gave you everything you wanted. I realized as days went by that I had only made you a prisoner. I felt sad as I watched you turn into something I didn't recognise. I gave you all you wanted and asked and the only thing I asked of you was to let me honour the woman who made me who I am and that one request you could not grant. Because of that one request, I made, you became a devil. You were a special soul, humble, and beautiful until the day I decided to take

“Victor!” Sophia screamed and rushed forward, grabbing his arm tightly. “That b*tch Rachel isn’t dead! She took everything from the family and drove me out–” Before she could finish, Victor shoved her away. Caught off guard, Sophia fell hard. Her forehead slammed against a stone by the roadside, and blood immediately started pouring out. “Shut your filthy mouth!” Victor snarled, his tone vicious. “Rachel is the Donna of the Medici family. Who do you think you are to insult her?”

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

Angel’s Pov. It was late noon. Raul and I were returning from our photo shoot. It had been an exhausting, yet undeniably interesting day, and all I wanted was to go home. Without warning, Raul slid an arm beneath my thighs and scooped me into a bridal carry, making me gasp. “R-Raul, what are you doing? People might—” “They can think and say whatever they want, tesoro, because it’s the truth.” He pecked my forehead and carried me confidently out of the studio to the car. “Let’s go,” he told the driver. I rested my head on his shoulder as his warm palm found my thigh, his thumb caressing slow circles into my skin. “Angel,” he whispered huskily into my ear—his voice low and si

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had seen Lucifer. Not the function, not the Morningstar, not the First of Heaven and everything that role required of him. She had seen the actual being underneath all of that and had chosen it, had reached toward it with trembling hands in a place between worlds and had kept reaching. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Raphael had seen the actual being. Had been seeing him for ten thousand years. Had made himself invisible to that seeing the way you made yourself invisible to things you could not have, had routed the seeing through professional concern and fraternal warmth and all the acceptable channels for one archangel's attention to another. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had never reac

left as his form began to fade with it's exuded aura of unwavering resolve serving as a testament to the weight of his celestial burden and countinous mission to cleanse the earth. Far away, in a surgical chamber suffused with an ethereal glow, an extraordinary figure, Raphael, a renowned healer and Archangel, received Michael's message. His countenance, marked by a blend of serenity and unyielding determination, reflected the gravity of the unfolding events. With a sense of purpose, he left the surgical chamber, leaving behind instruments that continued their intricate dance with a grace that defied mortal understanding.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

ARCHANGEL #1 : I’m sure you’ve gotten your answer, We are not backing down now and not ever so you can do what you want BEELZEBUB : Hmm, I expected nothing less well then you can die knowing that your destruction came at my hand Beelzebub faces his palm towards the blockade with a large dark ball forming, the angels create a shield and await his attack, Beelzebub smirks after which he lets his attack loose with a wave of his hand causing it to move like an arc towards them, before it can hit the shield a white line passes through it dissipating the dark energy instantly, Beelzebub looks to see who had countered his attack so easily with the angels turning to set eyes on a figure floating not