Seraphim Vs Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bernael's POV I'd challenge anyone to find a better armoury than what stands before me. Lucifer, Zeus and even the almighty angels would struggle to compete with my compilation of ancient and modern-day deadly weapons that line my walls. Running my fingers over the cool metal of a sword, a sense of satisfaction washed over me; it had taken me years to cultivate my collection.

“So here's the thing Miss Fresh Meat, You can choose within these jobs, and with that, you will be able to level up, from being a lowly unfortunate soul. By leveling up, you will be able to access various fields and also earn authorization and power over those beneath you.” There are 10 levels, from highest to lowest: Sephyle- this is the part where you will experience tribulations to be able to ascend to the path of godliness. Sephyles take the appearance of a 4 winged angel, the closest to a God, and will be working as their right hand. Sometimes, they take orders from their masters where they visit certain worlds, etc.

But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her. "No. Angels are the uncorrupted heavenly beings that serve the Almighty up in heaven. The Fallen are they that followed Lucifer down to earth, to corrupt the master's creation." "So you are a fallen? Because you're here! I know angels on earth aren't supposed to be seen." "I am not!" "Then what are you doing here Mr. Angel Sariel or whatever your name is?" She put on a serious expression. He laughed bitterly. He was getting frustrated what how lightly she was taking everything. He was risking so much being there with her, to help her accomplish her mission.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief. ‘Are you seriously relieved that I didn’t tell you to really stop? Like stop-stop?’ Angel wasn't the indecisive kind. No. Once he decided on something, he always saw it through. And he already decided at this moment. ‘I wanted this. I chose this. Him. Over the old pervert waiting for me at home.’ That—it was for sure. ‘If I’m already going to hell, I may as well pick the handsome VIP suite.’ “You can… mark me,” Angel whispered.

I squint against the glare. The leader descends from the sky. An Angel. His wings are folded behind him—massive, snowy white, every feather looking as soft as a cloud. He has a face of absolute perfection. A straight nose, full lips, lines carved by God himself. Skin like pearls under moonlight. Eyes that glow with a faint, holy light. Silver-white hair flows down to his ankles. Cherubim. One of the Upper Three Orders of Angels. I know my mythology. Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones. Cherubim are known for having "many eyes" and the ability to gaze directly at the light of God. They accept the light without emotion, purely and openly.

angel Michael call the Angels The fight has begun, when angels fight it more like a war, they fight with their sword, Angels are not like dark creatures, they are celestine being with no power of sorcerer, so the fight it always fair, Angel fight like human only thing is they are stronger and we have wings, it easy for the Father to wipe out the whole bloodline of vampire by himself but his mercy is someone no supernatural being can understand. I'm invisible because im not fighting, thunder design the sky with its strike, angels flying up and down, the fight is intense pure blood vampires are fast and strong, it raining, blood everywhere, Angel has killed so many vampires, the only way to ki

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

Metatron measured Samael's reaction like a scientist recording observations. Samael continued. “It was intoxicating. Of all the archangels, I spoke for God. The brothers looked to me for guidance. Michael may lead on the battlefield, but he lacks finesse. He is God's right hook; I'm His brutal wit. That is why I was Head Seraphim, dear Metatron, for oh so very long.” The tension between them was so thick you could slice it with a knife. “Wait,” I chimed in. “You're Lucifer? Because I thought you were the Angel of Death. And your Wikipedia page says-”

His expression stoic and his posture relaxed but domineering. His calm domineer scared the living hell out of her. He looked more like the devil walking in flesh and bone. "Stay away from me." She screamed and thrashed harder against the chains and moved back on instinct when they didn't budge, her eyes reflecting rage and panic. Memories of how he injected that liquid into her hours, made her squirm. Cassian didn't answer. He walked to were she was, at the corner of the kind sized bedand sat down.