The Last Angel Ascension Novels & Stories

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The last part was my own message. He nods and walks past us and heads to the next room. An angel? A fallen angel? What the actual hell? 'I need to concentrate and try to reach them. This is not common, angels never approach us or any other creature, they are a different level from us and never interfere. Give me some minutes to focus and reach them.' I nod at him and watch him sit on the ground, naked as he is, as he works his magic. * ~~~~~~~ **** ~~~~~~~ *

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

In time, the New Ruandar and Earth re-established a tentative era of trade, and it was so, and then the descendants of the angels retreated once again, unifying the realms with the dimensions in which they were becoming mysteriously silent. And even then, a new threat appeared: the demons, when they knew the angels, in which the kingdoms had problems, before merging. All of this happened when everyone emerged from the land of the dead and marched on the human city-state it housed. It was like that, with the last portal to New Ruandar, and the portal opened. Angel soldiers have appeared to guard the entrance to your world. The war has begun. LUCIAN Lucian is still dying, with the agony of his

I could feel the weight of the storm building—forces gathering at the edges of reality, ready to collide in a catastrophic clash. "Seraphina," Draven’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the door to the war room, his expression grim. "They’re here." I took a deep breath, steeling myself. The final storm was gathering, and our allies had arrived for what would be our last stand. I followed him outside, where a vast assembly of supernatural beings stretched out before me. Wolves from every corner of the realm, werebears from distant lands, witches cloaked in shadows and light, and even a few ancient vampires stood among them. It was a sight to behold.

A dim angel. The longer she looked, the more persuaded she got to be this wasn’t an blessed messenger. He was as excellent as one, that was for beyond any doubt. His expression was one of ponder, as if he were gazing at something uncommon and dazzling that he didn’t merit to see. The see painted over his sharp, aristocratic highlights gave him the see of a carved-stone statue come to life. She tilted her head, and the light moved on his confront. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t indeed appear to breathe. She grinned, considering that this had to be a dream.

He roared, staring right into my eyes. “What injection is that?” I asked, skirmishing my way out of the doctor’s tight grip. He held down my arm tightly, and the needle pierced effortlessly through my skin. “It's amnesia-inducing! Doc, you know what to do with him. It's time I take my wife and leave.“ Ace muttered as he strolled to unchain Angel. I looked at Angel, but her gaze avoided mine. She didn't steal a single glance at me. The last thing I saw was her disappearing up the last stair, hand in hand with her husband.

“Look, I knew what I was getting into when I started this. And I certainly didn’t risk my life for him to lose his. It was pure luck that I escaped the implosion and collapsing roof at Ceto’s palace. Otherwise any talk of Logan coming here would be moot.” Mariana swam over and started picking up Angel’s mess. “But see? Your survival could be divine interven-tion. The gods staged that oil spill so Rod wouldn’t be able to convene The Council until today. They wanted you to live.” Angel snorted. “If the gods had wanted me to survive so badly, they would have allowed emergency Travel Chamber usage to go anywhere I wanted instead of only one direction—home. I’d be in Florida with him, instead of

Was this a mistake? Ash pushed the thoughts away and continued through the large gate, taking hold of the cold, metal bars. A rush of heat flushed his face as he passed the threshold, revealing the expansive, apocalyptic skies of Hell. Buildings on the outskirts of the castle were worn and bricks blew away to dust. It was clear no souls had lived in these houses for centuries. The earth had taken back many of the building left standing, dark vines split concrete siding. Ashton's hair stood on end at every creak as he pushed forward, soon reaching the inner workings of the town. Despite a few side glances from passing demons, he wasn't given any trouble. The angel passed by small colorful sho