Supernatural Archangel Raphael Novels & Stories

These eight were the archangels. Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance

“Okay. But you’ve told me you’re a Savior, and you said that Saviors heal people. Why don’t you heal me?” She had been trying to absorb everything he’d been telling her all morning, but it was a daunting task, to let go of all she thought she knew to be true of this world and simply accept another truth in its place. There were angels on earth! They were here to fight against evil and protect and heal the human race. Raphael was one of ten immortals, called the Brethren. For the purposes of blending in with society, most had regular jobs that suited their talents. Their cover was Brethren Security, as he’d told her. He worked full time for the company, along with Kemuel, a Warrior and Gabrie

He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me, his warmth grounding me. "You're not tearing anything apart," he murmured, his lips brushing my forehead. "She did that herself, long before you came into my life. You're my choice, Angel. My everything." "Raul," I murmured, tears spilling freely down my cheeks. "Hey," he whispered, his voice soft and laced with worry. "This is really hard for me," I admitted, choking back a sob. "I feel guilty. The world hates me... I—I just... are you sure we're meant to be together?"

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

In the human world, Lucifer and Archangel Michael are sitting opposite each other. Lucifer is frowning, while Michael is watching the other man with concern. "I promised you that she will be fine. Why are you still worried about her?" Michael asked his estranged best friend. Lucifer and Michael used to be very good friends untill Lucifer became ambitious and fell from grace. Now after so many years, they are sitting and talking peacefully like they used to. "I know, but today is her mother's death anniversary. She always becomes sad on this particular day. I always used to stay with her on this day. But now, I don't know how she is handling it alone" Lucifer said with worry laced voice.

Damien stumbled backward and crashed against the bookshelf, sending a couple of books falling to the floor. The door to Jacob’s study suddenly swung open and in ran Richard and Elijah, friends to Jacob and Damien. They had gathered with their girlfriends for the usual hangout at Jacob’s mansion. Damien had come later all fuming and had called Jacob aside. Richard and Elijah from Damien’s demeanor knew something was up, so when they began to hear the fracas, they rushed in. “Hey! Hey! Hold up,” Richard exclaimed, holding Damien back, while Elijah held Jacob. “You had no right!” Damien fumed.

LJ had known him for centuries and even he still could not wrap his head around it. "Li Jie. Look at you. My, my. You've settled well into your vessel, huh?" Raphael greeted. "A little too well, I'm afraid, Sir," LJ said with a sheepish smile, bowing before his superior. Raphael immediately waved for LJ to straighten up, the only Archangel to ever feel so familiar with the lower sphere angels. "Ah, yes. That." Raphael acknowledged. He studied LJ for a while. "Thank you so much for agreeing to help me, and for not reporting my condition to Michael," LJ said, a bit uncomfortable under Raphael's calculating gaze.

His hands were tied at his back and his mouth was covered with duct tape. “No… No… No, Ethan… Please spare them.” Andrew Jr. heard the voice of his father, Andrew, and continued pleading. ‘Dad?’ he thought. ‘What is happening? Why are we here? Are we going to die?’ “You know me, right? I am the King of Mafias, and they wouldn’t call me ‘The Devil-Reaper’ for nothing,” Andrew Jr. heard another voice speak. “Remove the child’s blindfold.” The guy who said he was the Devil reaper ordered someone.