Supernatural Archangel Raphael Novels & Stories

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.

Angels are ridiculously easy to manipulate. However, a giant, glowing Throne Angel flying completely off his designated patrol route easily attracts unwanted attention. A flash of brilliant white light cuts through the darkness. Raphael, the impossibly gorgeous Archangel, glides over on his massive, breathtaking six wings. His beautiful face registers pure shock as he sees me casually sitting inside the body of his untouchable companion. Raphael beats his wings twice, hovering beside us. "Raziel? What exactly is the meaning of this?" Raziel's rings freeze.

Ru mumbled. “Ru, please. This is serious.” With a loud humph, she said, “I’m sorry. Who is Raphael?” “An Archangel. We use our names to trace our lineage. So you are also a descendant of Raphael’s—not the cartoon character, or the artist, but the Archangel.” Ru licked her bottom lip, trying to imagine what it would be like if she could believe him, but since she couldn’t, she said nothing, only stared into his blue eyes and waited.

left as his form began to fade with it's exuded aura of unwavering resolve serving as a testament to the weight of his celestial burden and countinous mission to cleanse the earth. Far away, in a surgical chamber suffused with an ethereal glow, an extraordinary figure, Raphael, a renowned healer and Archangel, received Michael's message. His countenance, marked by a blend of serenity and unyielding determination, reflected the gravity of the unfolding events. With a sense of purpose, he left the surgical chamber, leaving behind instruments that continued their intricate dance with a grace that defied mortal understanding.

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

After I healed him, that somewhat changed. "Well, Sleepy and I were captured, and I woke up here." Azrael takes the shape of a human, and then he breathes a laugh. It sounds pained. "So you need my help again, even after I gave you one of my lives—that's why you're here." "One of your lives? Do you have more than one?" I blink. He shrugs one burly shoulder, smiling faintly. "It seems angels are reborn. I'm not sure how many times."

Strangely, she looked neither proud or triumphant – two things I would have expected from her in this moment – instead, a tinge of fear laced her expression, her eyes wide, her mouth open, as she stared at Ethan. 'Raphael,' Michael instructed the boyish Archangel. 'Read him. Tell us if he is speaking the truth and means to relinquish his power in trade for the girl's life.' Raphael stepped forward, his movements slow and wary, crossing the bleak battlefield, his bare feet crunching against toughened, white grass and bleached-out dirt. He stopped, still some distance away from Ethan and cocked his head to one side, his dark lustrous curls falling foppishly down the side of his beautiful golde

clearing a path all around her angels were fighting the swarms she didn't have time to play hero she needed to find a seraphim and fast Samuel help me find a member of the guard quickly flames exploding out of her tail pipe as she roared through several more demons falling under her wheels covered in angels fire they were all grounded into ash upon contact she unleashed massive tornadoes of fire that swept through the swarms towards the empire state building completely taken over by demons they swept around the perimeter of the building ashing everything in their path before disapating suddenly a huge angel landed beside her Samuel was with him tall muscular and broad-shouldered with brown h

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.