Uriel Novels & Stories

We looked alike, from her blue eyes to her gold hair, but hers was much rough and longer, she looked pale but her beauty was unspeakable, her aura unmatchable, she knew what she was doing, as she moved towards the stand that held the spell book, raising her hood from her legs to bring a wrapped tiny bag, there I saw the same moon tattoo I have on my ankle, it was exact with what I have “How did you get that mark on your ankle” I inquired, walking towards her “And how come we look so alike” She was quiet, still examining the stand “Please you have to answer me, I beg of you, I am so tired of being in the dark, I do not even know my own name” “Soon, you will know everything, even more than wha

The sixtieth floor of the Thorne Tower didn't just smell like expensive coffee. It smelled of an imminent storm and something denser—something that scraped the back of Carter’s throat: ozone and sulfur. Carter—or rather, the being inhabiting his mortal shell, the Archangel **Uriel**—adjusted the cufflinks of his white shirt with almost mechanical precision. His mission was clear: to protect the soul of Dorian Thorne, the young CEO who, since the accident, had become a husk of pain and scars. But today, as he stepped through the steel doors, the very frequency of the universe felt out of tune.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

She says. "The pleasure is mine!" Chris responds. "See you later!" She says to Raphael before heading to the door. Both guys watches her retreat in silence. Immediately she shuts the door, Chris turns to Raphael with a mischievous smile on his face. "Sky, this house is filled with temptations!" Chris remarks. "To you. Because those temptation as you call it are my cousins and sister!" Raphael defends. "In the sense of it!" Chris says. "To you, because Alexandra is the only one who knows we aren't blood-related. They all think am their cousin!" Raphael, says. Meanwhile Chris ringtone intrudes. He watches Chris retrieve his phone, cuts the call and turns to his direction.

Looking over in slight abhor, Erin raised a brow quizzically. "Wow, don't tell me you got hungry at the sight of live cows? That's just cold," Erin chuckled, laced with slight concern. "I'm a surrealist," Uriel curtly replied. "How cruel," Erin shook his head in disbelief. Uriel licked his lips, stomach gurgling once more. He eyed the vicinity, gaze laying upon a terribly small compost shed. Without a fraction of a warning, he yanked the fumbling Erin's arm, pulling him into the shed speedily.

Currently there were only three people in the room. Will, Chief and something else. Chief had called it a sow, but it wasn't a pig. Will realized it was female because of the brėȧst and her genitalia was exposed. She had a greenish brown skin color, but was it a female Goblin? She was rather large, Will even estimated that she was bigger than a regular sized human, at least humans from his world since he had never seen a human here before. She was tied up to large boulders in the room, but even if she wasn't it didn't look like she had the strength to struggle. She had small cuts and bruises all over her body, her eyes were glazed over as if she didn't have any consciousness, but she would s

He stretched out the sword, and then he moved the sword while demonstrating his moves. Uriel's fighting moves are very fast. He was like an expert in fighting. Whereas in the past, Uriel didn't really like the ban. He jumped, then spun around, then kicked and stabbed after all he beat the guards to a pulp. He was really very satisfied when he himself carried out the murder of the guards.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.