Raphael Gabriel Michael Uriel Novels & Stories

Gabriel whispered. “But if you aren’t proud,” It was the first time I heard Uriel’s voice like a sweet lullaby. "Please save her." He knelt down in front of me before the light finally took him.

asked Uriel the Wise to the heaving angel whose face was soaked with sweat, making him paler all the more. “B-Black mar-mark a-attack,” said the knight. Gulping audibly while handing his superiors a small parchment that got the insignia he knew, everyone knew, while being a nervous wreck. With trembling hands, she watched Gabriel read the inside of the parchment but all the latter did was stared on it before a judge call for him, Gabriel himself. “The representative of the Trilateral Court to the two realms of Benevolent World and Nether World,” said the man. “Why?”

If his eyes were brown and his human side had been in control, I might have been able to convince him not to hurt her, even the wolf would have been more considerate but this one was a lost cause. “Gav, I know you’re in there. Don’t let him do this, please.” I said. I had no idea what I was doing but I have always considered Gavrael to be three different entities, not like my wolf and I that were fused together and were two halves of a whole. No, Gavrael was three wholes sharing one body, each personality could be fully autonomous and could function independently while my wolf and I could never fully be separated. Even now in human form, it was her that gave me the extra abilities like super

Mariah, looked over her baby, clutching her to her chest. “I blessed her with grace,” Uriel hummed. “In what form it comes in, I’m not sure about with a little baby.” Uriel’s powers continued to grow. She could suck lies out of little, naughty children and along with that gave them the guilt until once they prayed for forgiveness, she would instantly grant.

he retorted. She frowned, he wasn’t going to make this any easier for her, “Is it true?” “Is what true?” “The woman, is she who they say she is?” she blurted out, unable to maintain her calm in the face of his taunt Rinaldi smiled, “Oh, you mean has your one chance to be someone who matters been dashed away by the discovery of the one who truly merits her position? Has the temporary spell you cast on Caleb with your evil magic been rendered impotent by a much more powerful, pure one? You want to know if your time in his chambers has come to a sad, pathetic end? Well, I’m most pleased to inform you that yes, you’re back to your much more familiar and deserving position of a nobody around here

These small details surely derive Uriel from his real identity which almost confused Damien if Uriel hadn’t cleared his doubts. “I’m the youngest son of the Great Raphael Quoren, Uriel,” he had said in reply to Damien’s question, “Who are you?” Although it was shocking, everything became crystal clear after further conduction. It was as Willow had said, Uriel is blinded by his vengeance. He seeks revenge from the wrongdoers in his life. When Damien finds Uriel to be right, he is also wrong since anger can’t be the only solution to his problems. Damien tried to help Uriel that night, but he didn’t listen to a word of his, “ There’s still time, Uriel! Tell the truth to everyone and ask for for

“I’m here to teach some new recruits about the seven gates of hell and what their duities are. Your gate seemed like a good place to start. I know, I know it’s not your gate per se. You do spend an exceptionally long amount of time here. I’m just trying to find out why you would volunteer.” Gabriel lowered his head. There was no way on heaven or earth that could force Gabriel to answer. They had a saying up here. ‘Tell Uriel, tell the heavens.’ “Well, I hear Michael and Raphael are on earth. What’s that all about and why haven’t you or I been summoned to join them?” Gabriel kept his voice steady but averted his eyes. Uriel was one who could look through you by looking into your eyes.

Yet he also saw strength. “I knew you would survive,” Gabriel finally said, his voice calm but firm. “Welcome home, brother.” He extended his hand for a handshake. Uriel stared at the hand for a second. He scoffed softly, not out of disrespect, but because something about Gabriel struck him deeply. Standing so close to him now, Uriel saw leadership. Full control and confidence. He saw a man who had endured storms and still stood tall. He felt proud. Instead of shaking Gabriel’s hand, Uriel stood up and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You have told me your name yet.” “It wouldn't make any difference if you knew,” She said flatly. “Try me.” She hesitated, then said, “Rey” His brow furrowed. “Rey… what?” “Just Rey” He accepted with a nod, though his gaze was filled with doubt. “You move like a trained warrior, but heal like a witch. What are you?” Uriel's lips curled up into a mirthless smile. “Something that shouldn't exist.” Before he could argue further, a howl echoed through the trees faintly.

Elena asked, looking at Uriel's petrified face. “Everything's not alright Elena. That is why I have come to tell you what's happening.” Uriel said anxiously pacing back and forth. “Ok? Tell me, what is the problem?” Elena said, offering him to sit down with her at the balcony. “Afteer the death of our king I was choose to take off in his place. I wasn't just taking over being the king of Anglocnds but also a God of all the kingdoms both good and bad. I possess the key of the doors of each kingdom ensuring that the chaos and order are balanced but recently thing's haven't been like that and I dear that it may get worse; “Have you heard of the angel blade?” Uriel asked, turning to Elena.