Zachariah Archangel Novels & Stories

❤️Prologue❤️ The days I've spent with you are better than forever and eternity combined. "Zachriel's mind was to become a full-time archangel once the final trial ended and he returned to Celes. He was confident in his intelligence and ability to adapt to the world of mortals. His heart to the members of the family who embraced him. Especially the girl Kendra. Whenever he was seen by the girl's mother Edmingard had a feeling that the woman seemed to be living in the innermost part of her personality. Chance?

"Right...." I turn my attention to Isaiah, deciding it’s dangerous ground to continue talking to Zire, letting him reveal more about my back story. Isaiah isn’t eating, staring at his blank plate vacantly. There always seems to be something on his mind that he won’t share with anyone. If only I was a powerful immortal like Thought who could dig into his mind and reveal everything...If only an immortal like that would work with the rebellion.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

Although the crow was perched on his left shoulder, I just chose to focus my attention on this man, especially on his slight chuckle at what I said. "But you are not a servant of this household. You are my official ghostwriter. Therefore, you, Miss Naenia Lovercraft, are my personal property. So call me your Lord." "Eww," I responded without hesitation. I did not even bother to hide how I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. But instead of being mad, he just chuckled and shook his head. "As expected. Haha! But don't worry, you can also just call me Zayde. It's my first name." He then smiled warmly and extended his arm for a handshake.

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

The darkness was consuming him. The powerful Archangel Uriel closed his eyes. And his energy stopped emanating from his being. Then he carefully lowered Nathanael to the ground. In a gesture of gratitude and respect, he kissed his hand and bowed his head. Afterwards, he turned to his teacher Miguel and went to him.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Unlike the Vanguards, whom Ezra could command freely, the Archangels held a significant rank within Zonia Sect. Even if he was Ezra, he still needed their assistance. The Celestial Sanctum trembled as powerful energies erupted. 81 Archangels appeared, and along with 500 Vanguards, they completely encircled Gideon. "Marshal Snow, what do you think now?" "Honestly, our next step is to invoke the Great Salvation Spell to subdue you and convert you to be a member of Zonia Sect." "Activate the grand formation!" Ezra extended his arms wide, prompting the Archangels and Vanguards to shout in unison and sit cross-legged. Instantly, a divine light filled the atmosphere.

Zachariah shakes himself and gives the order to the warriors behind him to flank him as he entered and focused on his first Demon to attack. As with Zaire and Farris, Zachariah charges the Demon that is helping himself to an innocent female. the Demon senses Zachariah's approach and at the last minute shifts his form to smoke allowing Zachariah to fly right through him. Zachariah lands in a roll and comes to a stop back on his feet. However, it worked as one of his warriors helps the female to her feet and runs with her in the opposite direction.

He started, lowering his gaze on his lap for a few moments, “Usually, only the ones who had fallen from grace have black wings...” “But I...” He paused again for a moment, “Because of who I am, I was also blessed with neutrality...which means that I can freely walk in both Heaven and Hell as well, completely unaffected.” “Why?” I simply asked, suddenly drawing his attention back on me. He sighed, his deep blue orbs twinkling with an emotion I obviously failed to read as he stared deep into my eyes, “I am the Archangel of Death, Blake. This is my job. I have to guide the souls to their final destination, whether is to heavenly peace or eternal torment...” He quietly explained, making me sudde