Sublime Archangel Novels & Stories

Cool fingers met his heated skin. ‘Cold!’ Angel whimpered and squirmed. “W-what is that?” he asked in-between kisses. The asshole answered simply: “Lube.” He poured it all. “Of course, you’re a fucking boy scout, you damned incubus…” his face was red as hell. The man only chuckled on the nickname. “You are a literal demon scout leader!” Angel continued. The devil laughed out loud again. Then one slick hand wrapped around Angel’s hardness. Pumped. Firm.

But for what she gathered from some rumors, he was being cursed to live so many lives, travel through time and the worst was losing his memory. From the underworld realm it has been rumored that from his ousting absence, the Archangel had accumulated sovereignty with the agreement of the council of divinities and had grown strong. He, however, could not merely come back and assert what he had lost without the council’s support, and that would impose some diplomatic navigation beyond prudent pressure. “Milord, do you suggest that I cure the two lads? What if the boys die?” asked Camellana “...I promised to heal them in exchange for their dedication.”

I whisper back. A man materializes next to me. No, not a man, an angel. His white wings folded neatly behind his back. He looks bored and annoyed that he is here, like he had better things to be doing. His eyes focus on me and says, “My name’s Archangel Gabriel and I have a message for you. Your choices determine how your life turns out. Choose wisely. You already lost this version when you rejected your mate.”

At the same time, at Pope Augheimer's small wooden house, a tiny one with just a bed, a desk, and two chairs, the Pope was reading a Bible with clouded eyes. After a moment, a portal suddenly appeared in that house. A large, middle-aged man clad in armor with a cross hanging from his waist and a thick beard on his face stepped out of the portal. The man seemed to have just experienced a dangerous battle. There were various traces of battle on his armor, and dark red flames flowed within the armor. "Dear Augustus, it seems like this trip didn't go so well." The Pope looked at the man with a kind smile. Augustus was the Chief Archangel of the Church of the Holy Illuminati.

Damien sat down on the couch opposite us and began to explain, “We are hunters, Freya. We're descendant from the archangel's themselves. The archangel's reproduced long ago, with strong humans, in the hope of creating the ultimate hunters,” he paused to see if I was keeping up. I nodded for him to continue. “Our human half means we are bound to this world, and our Angel side means we are stronger and faster than regular humans. We also heal extremely fast, and we can sense when supernatural beings are around. You following so far?” He asked me.

I was not a good instructor. In a snap, I was inside the office of Archangel Memo. He smiled at me as he saw me. I was always amazed by his fantastic build; he's a walking beast. As terrene would define it: sexy. I always find Archangel Memo an epitome of a gorgeous guy. His massive chest, broad shoulders, sharp jaws, and towering stand always make me envious. I look like a querubin on his side. "How are you, Port?" "Doing great," I replied.

After achieving beauty and admiration, they will be able to pass this level. Archangel- They will morph as a human, work and live as a human. Along with their mission of achieving purity and goodness while they live as humans, then they will be able to level up. They sometimes work as Public Servants, Governor, Mayor, President, etc. To go to the next level, an Archangel must lead blackening individuals to righteousness.

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.

- I ask Michael POV As we arrive at the club Angel lets us in. He is one of my brother’s most trusted security guard. I’ve known him for years now. He told us that the girls were already inside. “There’s Beth” - Logan says and I nod my head. We walk to the bar and I see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair. She is definitely fire. She is wearing a short back dress and I can feel my pants getting tighter. What the hell? Logan walks to her and hugs her. When she turns around I am met by the most intense grey eyes. She is stunning.

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"