Supernatural Archangel Raphael Novels & Stories

Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, where he lost his mind and soul, where he stood like a buffoon staring at his Angel who seemed just dropped from heaven, where the unknown poet in him showed up, those honey-brown innocent filled eyes, a teenage girl who captured him just like how Venus flytrap attract insect and trap them, it was the same place just walk away from her apartment to Jennie's cafe where his Angel worked, wher

“Victor!” Sophia screamed and rushed forward, grabbing his arm tightly. “That b*tch Rachel isn’t dead! She took everything from the family and drove me out–” Before she could finish, Victor shoved her away. Caught off guard, Sophia fell hard. Her forehead slammed against a stone by the roadside, and blood immediately started pouring out. “Shut your filthy mouth!” Victor snarled, his tone vicious. “Rachel is the Donna of the Medici family. Who do you think you are to insult her?”

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

He leaned his back comfortably against the sofa, one leg on top of another, and one arm over the back of the sofa. I swallowed hard and walked towards him, my steps steady but my heart racing. John's gaze bore into me with an intensity that both intimidated and fascinated me. This was a man who knew the ins and outs of the dark underbelly of society, a shadowy figure whose aid I sought in my quest. "Angel," he said, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "I've been expecting you." His voice hinted at absolute authority, a reminder of the power he held in his world. I maintained my composure, meeting his gaze with determination.

Even though he wanted to keep stopping at this place so he could reminisce about Beverly and think he owned the whole Beverly just by reminiscing about the good times they had. Without realizing it, someone was standing in the doorway, watching him. Jackson turned around and intended to take a towel and take a shower and return to Paris. The quarantine period is up. He didn't need to reminisce about Beverly anymore. After all, didn't he himself want her to get away from him? Then why did he now hope that Beverly was looking for him? Long life! A person Jackson was thinking about suddenly magically appeared in front of him. Jackson swallowed his saliva roughly. There, three paces away, stood

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.

“Hmm, well, Samael's a sociopath, Michael's anal retentive and has obsessive compulsive disorder- “About what?” “Balance. The sacred order of things. He's obsessed with maintaining it. And Raphael is addicted to Cajun food.” “Is it really that bad?” “When the entire second heaven smells like gumbo, yes, it is.” I nodded my head in sympathy. “It must be difficult, being an archangel. You have to put up with each other for eternity.” “We tolerate each other. Barely. The universe's functioning does hinge on our cooperation, after all. Hmm. Perhaps that explains the lousy state it's in...”

I said and father smiled. "you think she can handle the truth... the complete truth?" he asked and Angel took a step ahead and faced my father. "yes I can... I just want to know the truth... I don't know why but I keep having this feeling that for Arcangelo... I have to know the truth..." she said not even knowing that who I am and who that man is. Father smiled at her... "such a pure soul... perfect for my son..." and with that he placed his hand on her forehead and she fainted and before she could fall down I grabbed her hand and pulled her in my arms.

Yes. It was obvious that everyone would think so, after all... what could one think of an angel who even before falling, dragged his brothers and treated them like nothing more than lab rats? That was really a shocking picture for Zaniel and for many of God’s angels. Samael stopped, a syringe in his hands and blood for his coat. There were mutilated bodies on all sides, wings, feathers and fragments of divine energy; and there, on the table completely doped - was Raphael.