The 7 Archons Novels & Stories

But as she turned to the final section, her father’s elegant script changed from precise technical notes to an urgent, personal warning: > "My dearest Isabella, > If you stand in this chamber, it means you and Nathan have defeated Victor de Valmont and shattered the Sovereign Council. But you must understand a fundamental truth: Victor and his pawns were merely the public facade of a far more dangerous entity.*l > The true rulers of the world’s shadow economy do not call themselves a council. They are the Archon Syndicate—a cabal of seven old-money dynasties who have controlled global banking and energy infrastructure for two centuries. > The Aether Grid prototype before you is not just a cl

Voices suddenly echoed from every direction. Heavy, deep, and simultaneous. “To sit on this throne, you must become more than human, but not become a God.” Rayden looked around. From the fire mist that circled the throne, seven figures slowly emerged. They were tall, clad in war robes, but faceless—only fire behind their helms. The Seven War Arcs, the final guardians of the Third Heaven. Rayden stood firm. “You want to test me again?”

Seraphin does not seem to hear her, he does not answer her. He remains focused on what he has begun to reveal. “There are twelve major and twenty-four minor Archons. It does not mean that there are not more, of course. But those are the ones of pure blood, the original ones. The Archons in our emergence were the intermediaries between the Gods and men. We are, as it were, the conscience of men and the ones in charge of carrying out the divine will.”

I mentally cringed a little while we continued our way straight towards the grand living room, where the other archangels were supposed to be. Only once we’ve reached the doors, two distinct masculine voices could be heard arguing, “So...turns out Father’s favourite, most obedient child isn’t so obedient after all...” “Oh come on, brother. You wouldn’t be saying words like these if you ever learned how it feels like...” “YES, WHY DON’T WE ALL FALL IN LOVE AND PROCREATE SO WE COULD JUST DESTROY THE WHOLE BLOODY UNIVERSE! ’CAUSE THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER, WOULDN’T IT?”

For all he’d done for me, I could at least give him that. He continued to speak. “These angels, the “bad” ones – the Corrupt, are the ones who at one point in time became very powerful. You might know them as Zeus, Athena, Isis, Osiris, and so forth. The gods of old. Those of Greek, Roman, Egyptian “mythology.” At that time, the Archangels, the great watchers over all of us, were not as powerful as they are now. Let me rephrase. They were as strong as ever, but they were divided for reasons unknown and together they are their strongest."

But here, she already heard how often they mention some archmages. "No." Santi shook his head, "For example, out of a hundred thousand mages, there were only thirty archmages. And they were scattered across the continent." "But," He continued, "The level of archmage wasn't the last step. Above the archmage was the Great Archmage. And as far as I knew, there were only eight Great Archmages in the entirety of the continent of Larin." Minerva's eyes widened in shock. There was a level above the archmage? She thought that archmage was the highest!

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

Vance stepped closer, the smell of expensive cologne and ozone radiating from him, completely overpowering the smell of sagebrush. "If you want to truly kill a beast like Danielson," Vance whispered, leaning down until his eyes were level with Francis’s, "you don't destroy his body. You make his system eat itself from the inside out. You don't just cut the power to his house; you rewrite the code of his soul until his own machines perceive him as an anomaly that must be deleted." The Covenant in the Ruins

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”