The Angelmakers Novels & Stories

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

"This is not me speaking on behalf of the Reapers, but I think it's just sad how terrene's bad attitude was also reflective of us, angels. Does that make us like them too? How are we different from them? Or are we not?" I didn't respond. That was deep; I hadn't thought of that. How do we draw a line between being an angel and a terrene? "If you're a Reaper, you will completely understand how I feel—we feel. It's disheartening how other angels distanced from us simply because of our class. You won't know it because Heralds sent messages and letters, Keepers protects their subject and Weavers helps in finding the soulmate of their subjects, but for us Reapers… it's a different story; one might

"Aris Vance was a child playing with blocks. We are the ones who built the forest. You cannot fight the source of your own existence." From the golden grid, thousands of "Seekers" began to descend. They weren't drones or wolves. They were angels made of glass and geometry, their wings spanning the sky. They carried spears of pure data, designed to unwrite anything they touched. I looked down at the forest. I saw Sarah emerging from the trees, looking up at the sky in terror. I saw Marcus and the Glitches gathering their weapons, ready to fight a war they couldn't possibly win. They were real to me. Their pain was real. Their hope was real.

His cheeks were pale white, like he never had that rosy dust. Lucas could see the arms bandaged, his feet were covered in white too. He dragged his chair near the bed and put his face on the bed near Liam's hand, hooking their pinky fingers; he kept starring at the angelic face until he fell asleep. Liam opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He looked around, it wasn’t their home. Where was he? He could hear faint beep but at the moment his brain was overwhelmed. There was a particular stench of antiseptics and the room with all white walls.

I clench my fists so hard I almost draw blood. “ That's right. That's the reason I founded killer angels. At first,I just wanted to get revenge, destroy those bastards but later,I met Nyx and Sulphur. Their stories were just like mine,only that they had someone to hold their hands in their darkest moments. I didn't. Together,we have created a safe haven for those women who have nowhere to go or anyone to look up to.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.