The Last Angel Novels & Stories

Wilhemina- By the time I left the festival grounds, it was well after midnight. I should've been exhausted. Technically, I was exhausted. My feet hurt. My throat was sore. My body felt like it had been operating on adrenaline and champagne for the past forty-eight hours. Still, I drove straight toward The Angel's Den. Angel had insisted. Angel: I don't care how late it is. Come to me. So I did. I drove myself instead of using the family driver. The last thing I needed was someone reporting back to Emilio where I'd gone.

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

A murmur of excitement rippled through the other demons in the room, the previous brittle tension replaced by an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. 'Behold the Gospel of Truth, my friends,' he said, jubilant as he held it aloft. 'Mark this day! For I promised you the day would come when we would hold the teachings of Lucifer in our hands. Mark this day! For I swore on his soul and upon the souls of all those who have perished that we would take this book and unite us all. Mark this day, my friends! For today is the day that will go down in our history as the start of the Final War, the day when the scales tip forever in our favour. This is our time now. These truly are the last days of the

It was I who accompanied the angel of death on his quest to bring down those who were first and elevate those who were last# #I am Neves#

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Jasmine was so kind and accepting of everyone, it only made sense they were together. Theo had asked Art about ‘angels’ and if he had ever heard of anything like that in the shadow world. He was as confused as the rest of us. The angels abandoned the earth a long time ago. The humans and other species killing each other off because of differences was the final straw before desertion. “Angel” Nikola’s sweet voice cooed in my direction. “Yess..” I drew out smiling. “I have one last gift for you. Though we may need to postpone, I would still like to present it.” He said causing me to giggle in anticipation.

“Centuries ago, they were hunted. Slaughtered. Betrayed by those who feared their strength.” My throat tightened. The memories weren’t mine, but I could feel them. The pain. The fear. The blood. Luca exhaled sharply, piecing things together. “But you’re saying Angelina is—” “The last of them.” Elara finished. “At least, the last known one.” Luca’s expression was unreadable. He looked at me, his blue eyes searching mine, as if trying to find the truth for himself. I met his gaze. “I didn’t know. Not until tonight.”

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

"Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you." His eyes shifted to the man who knelt in front of him and begged desperately while joining his hands. "You know what!? I like the thing in your eyes, fear. I would like see that more." He said chuckling at the sight of the man getting more pale then before. "please Mr. Damian, Ple-" "It's Hades, Just Hades." Damian growled as he stood up from his seat and within a fraction of seconds he pointed his gun to the man's head while eyeing him with rage.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.