Zachariah Archangel Novels & Stories

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

Then he looked away. His gaze drifted across the battlefield once more, taking in the many figures rushing toward the border. From the heavens above, Zadkiel descended first, his wings blazing with silver light. Wrath followed close behind him, his massive presence shaking the air as he landed heavily upon the broken ground. Jophiel’s radiant aura illuminated the battlefield like dawn, while Gabriel descended beside them with controlled urgency. A lone Levite came with them, his expression grim and tense. Barachiel and the other archangels had remained behind in Heaven, tending to the damage caused by the awakening and stabilizing the celestial realm with the help of the remaining Levites. B

I asked gently. He went quiet. Instant regret washed over me. “I’m sorry,” I said hurriedly. “You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked.” He sighed. “It’s all right,” he said finally. “Perhaps you deserve to know.” He leaned back slightly. “She’s been that way since birth,” he said. “She hasn’t spoken a word since the day I met her.” Pain threaded through his voice, deep and raw. I swallowed hard. And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

“My brother, Michael, might know. Though, I’m sure he’s cursing my name after I placed Lillith in his care.” “Wait, are you talking about the archangel, Michael?” Zoe asks. Bree snickers at her friend’s awed tone. “Yeah, Michael is real, Z. Oh, and apparently he lives in France.” I shrug. “Michael’s also a wanker, so don’t get too excited.” Azazel snorts. “If you don’t like Michael and he doesn’t like you, then I’m sure he and I would get along quite well.” I ignore his comment as I rise from my seat. “While I work on Michael and Lana, would you speak to the Seraphim or anyone who might know why this is happening?”

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

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And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.

He exclaimed with a hiss. "He's sorry, please excuse us," Jaxon quickly apologized dragging Alex away. "What the fúck is wrong with you Alex, that man looked dangerous. Watch where you're going next time and stop being clumsy all the time." Alex was not paying to anything that was being said whatsoever, he was still thinking about the beauty he just saw. "I-i saw an angel, a masked angel." He mumbled under his breath after being silent for a long time. "What are you talking about? What angel?" Jaxon asked.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

While it was strange, and rather annoying that it took so long, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my time with the little Human. It’s funny how time can change things. It was almost as if the realms were playing a cruel joke on me. I’m Dominik, the dark side of an Archangel. I have no good in me, and I haven’t loved anyone ever in my entire life. Yet here I am, falling for a frail Human girl with bright blue eyes. How?