The Strongest Archangel Novels & Stories

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.

For all he’d done for me, I could at least give him that. He continued to speak. “These angels, the “bad” ones – the Corrupt, are the ones who at one point in time became very powerful. You might know them as Zeus, Athena, Isis, Osiris, and so forth. The gods of old. Those of Greek, Roman, Egyptian “mythology.” At that time, the Archangels, the great watchers over all of us, were not as powerful as they are now. Let me rephrase. They were as strong as ever, but they were divided for reasons unknown and together they are their strongest."

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Uriel – The archangel who takes you out of the darkness and into the divine truth. As soon as Hunter’s smirk faded from his face, we saw bright lights streak the skies, followed by the loud, booming sounds of thunder. A few seconds later, heaven let out its wrath and large drops of water soaked our skin.

But their auras were completely different, and neither Mu Biyu nor Xue Rong’er had ever seen this group in the realm of the gods. “Who are you?” asked Mu Biyu, stepping forward and placing himself in front of all the Heaven Sect disciples behind him. As the leader, of course she had to be at the very front among the disciples, and even though it was clearly dangerous… Mu Biyu couldn’t just back down because of that. “This Wanira is strong; it seems we’ve really stirred up a hornet’s nest here!” said a female figure with angelic wings.

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

He started cupping it. Long fingers digging in on the soft flesh. As if all of his strength lived in that grip. It almost made Tony lose his mind. Angel’s round buttocks fit perfectly into his hands! ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he thought darkly. There was now madness in his eyes. His shoulders and arms tensed. His veins bulge. Angry. And not letting the ‘Angel’ step back again. Holding him in place. ‘Where he belongs.’ Angel’s legs now couldn't move.