Uriel Novels & Stories

He didn't pull away from me or offer a polite smile. Instead, his grip on my shoulder steadied, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled me closer until I was tucked firmly against his side. The warmth of his body was the only thing keeping me grounded as I felt the sudden, icy draft of her presence. "There is no arrangement, Zelly," Uriel replied. His voice dropped into that low, dangerous growl I had heard earlier, a sound that didn't seem entirely human. "And I think you’re forgetting something very important."

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be extra careful.” “The oracle?” My voice flattened. Adley and Ally, twin oracles—one I had sent to Rachel’s hometown, one of the many spies I implant before sending out Iridian’s invitations. Oracles were tricky, always manipulating the present to suit the course of the future. Even if Rachel considered Adley a friend, there was nothing she wouldn’t do to ensure the future she had witnessed. “I wouldn’t place too much trust in them, Rachel. Oracles know far too much, and rarely let anything on.”

- Jason, I have to tell you something important. -You know you can count on me for anything, right? -Yes, that's why I need you to do me a favor. -Whatever small -Do not freak out. -I warn you. He looks at me confused. -What? Why? - Jason ...- I murmur. I tell him not to get upset and get upset. -In agreement! - him raises his hands in peace sign - I'll try not to, but tell me. -Do you know who Azael is?

In English, the paragraph roughly translated too: 'Ions ago, a prophecy was written. A prophecy that would be the downfall of the three realms. Heaven, The realm of mortals, and Hell. The prophecy was known by very few immortal beings, an Angel by the name of Hebron saw the fate of a young boy who had not even been born yet. Hebron, along with his many other talents, was a seer. He could see what others couldn't through visions. A gift that was bestowed upon him when he was created. The Creator used this gift to benefit the realms, however, the gift couldn't assist with seeing Lucifer's rebellion before it took place.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

However, maybe it was, in reality, the scheme of the Fates, a lesser being than the Creator but a separate element with the gods, for the ruin to arise. The odds were made possible by an elf named Jilroid. He was a powerful member of the aristocracy and a dreadful leader. He was deceitful, vain, self-centered, and greedy. He was fortunate enough to have a wife, named Estelel, even though it was through a fixed marriage. But he ignored and mistreated her. Neglected, his wife stumbled upon the human world and met a mortal. Unlike her husband, the mortal was kind and giving. They secretly met up many times before they fell love. They planned to get away and build a family of their own, in a pla

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

Aldmeris hesitantly bowed to the queen. “It seems she has someone protecting her. Find out who the supernatural Is immediately!” Lilith said, sitting down on her throne. “Yes of course my queen.” Aldmeris said as he cast out a spell revealing an image of an angel named Uriel. “Hmmm…Uriel, quite interesting. Which kingdom is the supernatural from?” Lilith said maliciously, contracting out her claws. “His from the kingdom of Anglocnds. He resides in the sky in heaven.” Aldmeris said as breaking off his spell.