Uriel Orv Novels & Stories

I was hoping he would fight her thus time and free me from this spell. But it was different. The eyes glowed bright blue and there was suddenly a flow of ominous energy towards the emerged figure. I was caught by surprise when I saw Helena gleaming with excitement. She hurried to it with a bowl of water and the figure collected it and wiped its face with water and a towel. The darkness within me was reacting to him. Uriel revealed his face and grinned as he looked around. His hair was white, probably as an effect of reincarnating in Deucalion's body. His glowing blue eyes were different from the red ones I knew.

Christian claps Uriel on the shoulder as he returns from refilling his glass for a third time. “Christian, this isn’t necessary, just hear him out I believe he has the answer to all of this.” I tell him over the link as I take the glass from his hand. Uriel’s suggestion could save us all so much stress and emotional turmoil. He looks at the glass I’ve placed on the table, then to me and sits back expectantly. “As you wish sweetheart.” He pulls me under his arm as he reclines, pulling us both into the sofa, his way of showing he is listening.

“I’m not about to half ass recusing my pups, Uriel.” He nodded and looked at the two of us. “You ready? I think we can leave the rest to the outer team.” I nodded and Vale shifted, taking the sword King Uriel was holding out for him. “Let’s grab the pups and kill Oran. Let’s end this once and for all.”

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.

Orus growls. Uriel jumps up from his couch and roughly fixes his sleeves. He opens the door furiously and dashes out of his room. “It seems I’m better off alone!” Uriel lets out a sigh. “I need to do something.” “Don’t use any power! You’re weak!” Orus scowls at Uriel which causes his steps to halt. He stops for a while, thinking for a proper reply. But he gets none. He knows well that he’s weak and that’s why he’s always abandoned. If he wasn’t this vulnerable, maybe he wouldn’t have begged Orus to lend him his hellish power. And perhaps, he couldn’t have become the monster that he’s now!

I have an open slot and he can slide right in there. Me: Hey Uri! Ur good. There’s no need to unsend anything. Ur adorable. Why don’t you guess? Uriel: That’s exactly what a man in his 20s wants to hear. Uriel: Hot? Sexy? Drop dead gorgeous? Move on over. I’m… fucking adorable. Uriel: What if I guess wrong? Me: What if you guess right? Uriel: Hm… are you a vamp, too? Me: Nooo. Try again!

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.

How many of them had I met one way or another? This had to stop. “You look like a man on a warpath.” “I am.” If it would be the last thing I did, I’d dismantle Ben’s hold on the continent and find every victim of his schemes. It was the least I could do. Uriel returned to the table and returned my phone, but she wasn’t in a place to engage in anything but furious plotting. I couldn’t guess what she and her son had talked about, but I was glad that he had enough mental faculties to remember her.

"That's amazing, Illebaye! I'm so happy for you both. You deserve it." Illebaye's expression turned curious. "Thanks, Uriel. So, what brings you here today? You seemed a bit mysterious on the phone." Uriel's smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure. "I just wanted to talk to you about something important. Something that's been on my mind for a while now." Illebaye's eyes narrowed slightly. "What is it?" Uriel's eyes clouded with concern. "It's about my mate, Marvin. He's been behaving strangely these past months. He goes out at times and comes home late. And the good thing is that he no more beats me."

That said, I had the impression that my idea was very outlandish. "What's your problem? I don't feel anything like that, you think about it too much! What you have to do now is to enslave Rose, rape her, torture her and kill her! ", said Uriel, interrupting my thoughts. Obviously, he was very restless, and was not willing to listen to me.