Supernatural Nephilim Novels & Stories

he threw, a question on me. "I don't know grandpa; even if they exist, and mated with humans daughter; their children might have genuine power," I jumped in that stupid conversation with him, "Up in heaven, everything was glorious; made beautiful and obedient towards almighty; but there was an angel called 'The morning star' not satisfied with what he has given; he wanted all he had given," his voice was intense with emotions, "The time when the earth was an abandoned place. Slowly as life blew its wind on the earth; creation started, all the creatures started evolving, and after a thousand years, humans developed themselves as the dominion creatures of this planet," he purred,

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

“She was stripped of her wings. He consumed them to devour her angelic essence” I parted my lips in question. He gave me a look so somber the words fell dead in my mouth. “Nephelim are the offspring of mortals and angels. There is only one way to kill them. Decapitation, removal of the heart, and burning their remains.” He brushed blonde locks from her neck. “Unless, of course, one consumes them.” “But why?” I echoed hollowly. “Why would he eat her?”

Alexavier shudders with disdain as we stride past. "I should have stopped to feed." I smirk, enjoying the discomfort he displays. I stride closer and pat his back mockingly, absorbing all that unease without his noticing. He brushes me off, and speeds up. Nephilim are known for impressive speed, physical strength and stature. Rumor has it that they were once giants. I never cared enough to study, I figured that had God rejected them so should we. It insults me to realize I'm actually exerting great efforts to keep up. "Your metabolism working yet? I hope you burn off that energy you thought to swipe." I want to be angry, but I find myself grinning.

But me, oh he found it enticing to deprive me of food and water. Little did he know nephilim didn’t need food or water. We could survive off of energy, if it was properly concentrated. A few of his henchmen made lovely snacks to help me stay strong. Their souls weren’t as potent as I preferred, but they did me justice. I retained my strength, but left a special spot in my bottomless, soulsucking stomach, just for him. I winced as the knee in my back pressed even harder. I did my best to try and fight against it, but they bound my beautiful wings. How was I supposed to fight against this?

"I guess I really am at the top of their kill list." "Cole, you know I mean it." Both his eyes met his. "You have to be careful. If people start dying, the Nephilim will get involved... and they won't consider you an ally." Then I tried to remember all the terminology Cole had taught me. Nephilim were half-angels who acted as guardians for all humans and even all living things in this world. So if the demons started attacking humans because of Cole's existence, what would that mean for him? "I know. I'll be careful." Cole nodded earnestly, and I saw the tension in his eyes.

Living in a town named Reaper’s Hollow, they were all well aware of the legend of the man with the black cloak and the scythe, but Thanatos looked nothing like the bony depictions she’d seen in every other picture of The Grim Reaper she’d ever seen. “How can Azrael have a child?” she asked. Piper didn’t seem to care either way, so she started another search. It led her to a passage from Genesis that discussed the sons of God reproducing with the daughters of men. The offspring were known as Nephilim, and they were giants who walked the earth, heroes. Whatever became of them, the passage didn’t say. Ru continued to search and found another word—Gibborim—which seemed like another word for Neph

Haneul expressed, his fingers forming a steeple in front of him. He'd thought the attack to be strange right away, and he still could not figure out who was behind it. As non-immortal demi-angels, the Nephilim could not travel between dimensions. Their bodies were defective, a circumstance that was a direct consequence of having a celestial soul get tainted with human essence. It was similar to what was happening to LJ, except the Nephilim carried it with them since the day they were born. As the abominable result of the union between humans and angels.

“My organization has been tracking bloodlines for centuries, looking for the right woman to carry hybrid children powerful enough to break the old systems.” My mind reeled. “You manipulated my entire life.” “The affair with Marcus was designed to push you toward the fertility clinic. You had to be alone, desperate.” She glanced back as the robed figures freed the others. “This world is dying. Humans overpopulating. Supernaturals fragmenting, losing power. Your daughters are the bridge we need.” Dr. Rhodes was helped out, dazed. “You’re Nephilim Corps.” “Still playing both sides, Imani?”

Another of the mysterious beings could be seen in the distance, taking post at an additional entrance. “Obviously the satellite missed these guys,” James said. Blakeney nodded slowly. “No heartbeat, no signature.” The man appeared to search his memory. “I remember seeing a reference to something like this in the Archives. Man-like beings with no heart beat and glowing red eyes. Soldiers of the Underworld, the notes called them. According to the source, they’ll have Stygian blades that can be tainted with poisons. That’s how they kill,” he finished in a grim whisper.