Virtue Angels Novels & Stories

Mr Carter and Mr Green returned to the hideout with the money they had collected from the ATMs. "How did it go?" Mr Green asked "I am happy to inform you, that I have successfully moved three billion dollars from the multiple accounts into the ghost accounts. Now Monday morning I will crush the bank I will put a virus in the bank system which will impart only the accounts we have moved the funds from. By the time they will rectify it, we will be long gone," Martin explained "Good job. Anyway, we gathered some money from the ATM," Mr Carter began and Mr Green stepped on Mr Carter's feet as he was standing very close.

"Or else what? You are a freshman. You cannot defeat me in combat. Consider it a mercy that I forgive your blatant disrespect, purely because we attend the same Academy." "I don't need your forgiveness." I roll my eyes. Then, a wicked, chaotic idea sparks in my brain. I lean my body aggressively closer to his giant, unblinking eye. Raziel's rings suddenly stutter. "What are you doing? Cease your approach. Back away from me immediately." According to Arlo's hacked files, these high-ranking Angels belong to the Lawful Good faction. They are rigidly orthodox, insanely powerful, and above all...completely pure.

He gave me his hand and pulled me up on my feet again. "That is not true, my baby. There is one more soul you can get for our masters. Mira will be coming soon. And she will not be alone. You can kill everyone. I will be with you. But make sure to kill the unborn child in her womb. Two souls of the MacCarthy family. The blood line that was blessed by the four archangels. Angel Michael, Angel Azrael, Angel Rafael and the mighty Angel Gabriel." I smiled widely as I heard the good news my father told me. I was clapping my hands in excitement and I was laughing with my father.

The other Serviteurs bowed down in bliss. He then added, “Angels are the purest form of our kind, but they can be naïve like us mere mortals. We must prevent them from making the same mistakes as our ancestors did. That is why we must preserve such an ethereal status and make it truly holy!” The other Serviteurs bowed their heads once again in approval. Outside the house however arrived a large carriage, which when the Serviteurs saw from their windows, they called upon their brothers and sisters, and everyone put on their best behaviour.

One of my board members laughed. “You okay? You look a little flushed.” I nodded. The man moved close. Very fucking close as my board member stepped beside us, smiling proudly. “Allow me to introduce you to our newest investor…” The man in front of me never took his eyes from mine. “Azrael Valchini.” My gaze flew toward the feather disappearing beneath his collar. Angel. My Angel. He was our newest investor. Azrael Valchini— Wait...Valchini? My mind quickly raced. That name...it sound so familiar...the wedding. Valchini. Wait. WHAT?!

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Layon shrugged, though the amused smirk on his face said differently. "Don't even try and deny the fact that woman is a conquest of yours!" Angel snarled at him, far more vicious than she'd expected herself to be. She stumbled to a halt, stunned by her own reaction. "What's the matter? Jealous?" he rumbled with laughter but before Angel could protest, he began to shake his head, "I've never been with Fuchsia but her sister Violet, well, let's just say they both took a shine to me."

Abu asked and all the angels stood quietly, still in surprise and desperately waiting for the Archangel’s answer. He let out a heavy breath, “There is an only way to kill the vampire, Abu. You knew that there’s a way, don’t ever forget that,’’ he frowned and Abu gulped in fear, clearing his throat and stood up, he knew that only way, and he was against it. As a vampire, angels were also immortal but of course, there’s also a way to put an immortal to the fire of death, there was always a way to kill them no matter how immortal you knew they were.

“We don’t know any of this is true.” “Don’t we?” I counter, turning to him. “I cruel, we’ve listened it from the evil presences themselves since day one. The as it were creatures with light enchantment have truly been angels.” It’s a truth I’ve been anxious of talking out boisterous, particularly in the consequence of our mission, but there’s no dodging it now. “That’s fair the working hypothesis, though,” Ivy puts in. “I cruel, blessed messengers haven’t come to soil in centuries; isn’t that what they continuously say?”

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total