The Night Angels Novels & Stories

“Okay, well, what about Demons? Fairies? Angels? Trolls? Shifters?…” “Not really, as there aren’t that many of them around anymore. No one has seen an Angel in over a thousand years same goes for Demons…” Again Nathaniel answers Skylar's questions. “Well, according to one of these files, they have found them… And a lot of them, all different species... However, the only one they haven’t managed to get their hands on was the Angel, but they know who and where he is.” “So, what are their numbers?” “It doesn’t say numbers but there is a note attached to the bottom that each time they attack a clan, a pack or any group of supernaturals they take the strongest and the ones that would be the best

The night became a sanctuary for vulnerability and acceptance, and I knew that our connection had evolved into something profound—a partnership in navigating the intricate labyrinth of healing and rediscovery. That night, with the weight of Angel's revelations still lingering in the air, we decided to escape the confines of four walls and go for a drive. The cool night breeze brushed against our faces as we embarked on a journey, the hum of the engine providing a rhythmic backdrop to the thoughts that lingered between us.

"THEN FUCKING DO SOMETHING, NIMROD!" "I'LL GET HELP!" Daniel riffled through the drawers to his little pulpit and pulled out a key ring with a thousand keys on it. A couple of wafers of ambrosia fell out on the floor as I hunched down, screaming as my fingers blackened. Underneath was tanned skin, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. An ear fell off, and Daniel looked like he was going to vomit. "Oh fuck this!" Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead.

- While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked. "The Angels are powerful beings who serve the Biblical God, and have the powers to inflict pain upon Devils and by extension the Fallen Angels due to their light-based powers~" "They live in Heaven which is divided into seven layers, or as they called them, the Seven Heavens~. Our leaders are the Seraphs and they are Angels who are guardians of the Throne of Heaven. The members of the Seraphs are the Archangel Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel who were titled the "Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels.

“We're under attack.” “Put Plan B into action and position your army accordingly. My brother doesn't know about our alliance, which can catch them off guard. Also, they are dead people under someone’s control,” I explained, because my brother doesn’t have the dark Selene skill, and I was sure of it. “What are you talking about?” “Night Angels mean death brought back to life in lycan scriptures, and we are fighting puppets with immense power of darkness.” “Shit, I'll alert my army about the enemies we’re up against,” Kayden replied. I disconnected the call and mind-linked my soldiers as well. Then, I ran toward the pack borders.

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

The gates creaked slightly as she pushed them open and stepped into the garden. Angel’s Den looked completely opposite at night. By day, it was a peaceful garden filled with neat gravel paths, lush benches, and hundreds of carved angel statues in soft, contemplative poses. It was a place for serenity, for clearing your head. But under the cover of night, it should be called the Devil's Den. Most of the park’s natural lighting was blocked out by the thick overhanging trees. The few scattered lamps that still worked cast long, eerie shadows across the statues. The once-beautiful angels now looked sharp, grim, like they’d claw you open the moment you turned your back.

“Thorne, no.” “Don’t argue with me, boy. Just do it.” The bigger demon stepped forward, a pair of pistols coming from his waist, and he lifted his hands, shooting off round after round. The gunshots rang out against the silence of the afternoon and five angels fell, their bodies exploding into brilliant light. Archon stepped back, screaming at the Legion behind him. “Kill him and bring me the Nephalim!” Serenity watched in horror at the surge of angels as they moved as one, coming at the demon.

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver