Rise Of The Nephilim Novels & Stories

The ritual bowl at her feet pulsed gently, reminiscent of a heartbeat. The blood within no longer flowed like a liquid. It was beginning to stir. She murmured the ancient words, from a tongue older than any scripture, and the blood began to take shape—first a circle, then the mark of flame. A name ignited in her mind. Adrianna. The final soul. The daughter of Giovanni Moretti.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

"Ryan, you see how delusional she is? She's trying to blame me for her mistakes." Ryan stared up at Sophia with boiling anger. "Enough of your lies, Sophia! You disgust me!" Before Sophia could plead her case, Ryan stormed past her and grabbed the urn containing their baby's ashes. "Ryan, no!" Sophia screamed, reaching for him. Ryan held the urn high, his face cold and unforgiving. "This bastard doesn't deserve to rest in peace," he spat. Sophia fell to her knees, her hands clasped in desperate prayer. "Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!"

“My organization has been tracking bloodlines for centuries, looking for the right woman to carry hybrid children powerful enough to break the old systems.” My mind reeled. “You manipulated my entire life.” “The affair with Marcus was designed to push you toward the fertility clinic. You had to be alone, desperate.” She glanced back as the robed figures freed the others. “This world is dying. Humans overpopulating. Supernaturals fragmenting, losing power. Your daughters are the bridge we need.” Dr. Rhodes was helped out, dazed. “You’re Nephilim Corps.” “Still playing both sides, Imani?”

The creator had made this servant of his so perfectly beautiful and wise, he named it Heylel. Unfortunately, this creation of his also became too full of himself, it even thought of surpassing his creator and decided to become the one on top. Therefore, he had challenged the mighty creator by organizing an uprising against him. The creator became disappointed and decided to punish him including those who had chose his side. They were banished into eternal darkness. The other servants who had stayed loyal to the Creator was made guardians. After the creator had made the mortals, those who were punished by the creator had planned to have their revenge on him. They have corrupted the mortals. T

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

But right now, I need both of them to pull their shit together. I roar at him, keeping my eye on my son who, as Alpha, could probably knock me on my ass if he chose to. “Both of you need to pull yourselves together. Yes, Cal, we kept this from you. You and Eliane are too powerful to risk you both acting like crazed and possessive dragons about your babies. You were already hissing at anyone who walked by except your mother and Cyrene. We’ve been researching everything we could once we realized that Emmi’s shifter is a Phoenix. She’s here because she somehow knew that your babies were in danger. We’ve been working with Emmi to accept her shifter, but it’s been hard and after everything that E

As old as she was, it must’ve been that much harder to exist with no one to lean on. “The nephilim were similar, too mortal for Heaven, too divine for Earth . . . they were a people born lost, and they accepted me for a time.” Her eyes were fixed on me, but I got the sense that it wasn’t truly me she was looking at, but the nephilim who came before. “But then they procreated with the humans, and over time their offspring became less and less monstrous, and I was left behind again.” Pulling the blanket tighter around myself, I tried in vain to conceal my massive wings, feathers poking out from underneath. “I didn’t ask for any of this—to be this.”

"...Fire! She finished the line. "The creatures once known as angels turned to demons, and all they were connected to had the demon blood in them. Contradicting to this story, you asked about the Nephilim." "The angels fortunately did not go to hell, but they had a worst fate." "The were uncreated." "Thus, Nephilims are the offspring of fallen uncreated angels and witches are the offspring of angel's powers, Hells darkness and Earth's nature. She concluded with a smile."

said Elijah, as he stood up to address I and my rogues. "Well, I understand everything you just said and I am here for peace. I'm glad you want it too. I agree we are bringing too much attention from the humans. I have already acquired enough wealth over the years. It has been a glorious experience" I said, as I stood up as well to address them. At the utterance of my last words, my rogues hailed my name and beat their chest, boasting of all our glorious bounties. "Wow! It's good to see you and your rogues are proud of your way of life, but this is where it comes to an end. Do we have an understanding?" Asked Elijah. "Yes we do" I replied, after which we stood up and shook hands.