The Night Angels Novels & Stories

— Dean heard footsteps in the hallway and quickly retreated to his room - we have interior doors, which is very good for me personally. Yes, I felt before him that Rahiel was coming here! Looking up at the door, I did not wait for the knock and said loudly: — Come in, Rahiel! You'll get in anyway...— — Hi, Caro!— the angel opened the door. — If you wanted to tell me the terrible news, then - surprise!- I already know.—I said irritably.— I'm looking out the window on mornings. — You and Dean will be on night watch. We have a catastrophic shortage of normal people. So you'll get off. The night watch is not

"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.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

“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.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

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.

The words security asleep was etched into her skin and he swore, “Fuck!” He let her go, running across the apartment and delved into the bags which had been deposited while they’d been out. He turned back to her, a pair of pistols in his hands. “I hope you know how to follow instructions, because in a minute, we’re going to be inundated with fucking angels.” Noah swept past her, checking the locks on the doors, before he grabbed out his phone and dialed a number. “Thorne. We have a problem. The angels have a Manipulator nearby.”

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.