Supernatural Angel Blade Novels & Stories

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

Just as Tenshi looked at that rectangular thing from above was the exact time when Amorivia got stabbed with a sword. Not only that, it was the angel whom was wearing a hood who did it, displaying only his wicked smile. After the Angel withdrew the sword, he pulled Amorivia's hair, throwing her to the side like garbage. That evil act just sent fire to The Lost Boy's heart. Seeing the lady he hurt get killed like that, he wants to go on a rampage.

It seems like there is a meteor shower happening in the sky every time an angel falls. "She's not going to die," Azrael stated as he looked at me. "How did you know that?" I scoffed. "She's fighting against Gabriel and Raphael!" "I am the Angel of Death," he turned to me. "And, I am here to give you my real blade. Don't you dare waste it!" He handed me the blade. I stared at it for a few seconds before holding it. I don’t know what’s right but I’m sure it needs to be finished.

The man just stood gallantly with his hands in his pockets without a word. An angel blade was infamous for the dangers it caused on werewolves and how fatal it was on them, if used on humans, it'd kill them immediately and it was mostly known among witches as their weapon. " I really don't care about most of what you're saying, you mean she'd be fine in no time, right? Even when struck with an angel blade?" Harhan looked shock at the man's first statement but he tried his best to hide his shocked expression, the man was behaving too weird so he had to be careful.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It’s when I see the glint of the knife in Angel’s hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.

The angel dove for me, silently screaming into my mind, and I readied my blade, showing no fear. And there was none; if I could take this angel down, we would win. The War Angel barreled to me, ignoring anyone else, and I did the same. This was my one and only target, and I grabbed my blade just as it's eye began to glow. Wasting no time, I flung it as hard as I could, and it screeched out in pain, the blade meeting it's mark, and sticking smack dab in the center of the pupil.

Then I feel myself being carried, the scent of dirt and grass make me want to weep for joy. "Help," Angelic calls out, stumbling. "Brene needs help." I force my eyes open. It's daylight here in the graveyard and her flesh is sizzling, smoking. I try to push away from her so she can get into shade or something, but my efforts don't do anything. Headmistress Decan rushes forward. "Let me have her. What happened?" "Leyline trap. Wraiths." Angelic hands me over. "Her magic was under a binding spell, some of it spilled out and-"

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

The younger Were resisted but slowly lowered to the floor. Angel didn’t get to. He felt something sharp pierce and plunged into his side. He growled in pain as the object was repeatedly thrust into his side and he felt warm, thick fluid stream down his skin under his shirt and started to drip on the concreted floor. Angel doubled over. Both the electric shock and the blade were targeted at him at the same time, causing him to jerk spasmodically. He then dropped to his knees. Whoever it was was bent on killing him. And would have. But then his assailant suddenly stopped, leaving the blade stuck into him and falling heavily over his back.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.