Action Angels Novels & Stories

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

I didn’t understand why they waited two years, but just as the day he was born, there was no way I was going to let them lay a finger on my son. The angels were killed before they got very far into our territory. Alexander and I didn’t see any of those feathered bastards. Our pack was efficient in taking them out and protecting their beta heir. I’m not saying I hate ALL angels; I’ll be polite and nice to Isak because of Hana, and he was helpful when Sarael and John were dealing with the monastery, but that’s about it.

I leaned over and looked at him; I pushed him up and kneeled over before him. “Are you mine, Kian?” “Only Yours, Baby.” He said in a whisper. "Good, because I need to taste you and feel you in my mouth and on my tongue." " Fuck . I love you Angel", His eyes were hot and tender. His hand holding my throat while his thumbs brushing over my cheeks .I wrapped my hands around him. When he said eleven inches, he wasn't lying. I offered up my lips for a kiss. He obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.

Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott replied Angelus chorously while smiling brightly. "You know what today is and you are here watching TV?? This early hour of the day?? Who does that?? Huh??! Angelus asked Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, and Scott sternly while folding her hands and looking at them Inquisitively.

Sincerly, Angel Franco

I will get back to you “ Michal looked at her in anger “who.. are you exactly??” “Angle , you can call me Angel grace “ she smile at him cutely “so you are miss grace “He spoke smiling “seems like you heard of me , well I was waiting for the day I get my hands on you., too tired of killing those Lowe lives and peaks “ She spoke wiping her hands. “Are you talking about my men “A slight growl was heard in his voice. He advanced towards her, But she didn’t move back. She smirked and dug her heel in his right toe making him fall. “oh, I totally forgot your one of those peaks. No different. (she bent down)” what you thought you can touch me .Angel got up and Michal free hand was about to reach

Certainly, the demons of the New Testament are these fallen angels. The Bible speaks of a large company of good angels, though only the names of two angelic "names" are commonly known: Michael and Gabriel. Apparently the angels are divided according to different degrees: Michael is called the archangel (meaning: "leading angel"); then there are the seraphim, the cherubim, the angels with authority and power, and a large number of angels who are ministering spirits. As spiritual beings, good angels glorify God, carry out His will, see His face, submit to Christ, are superior to men, and live in heaven. Angels carry out many activities on earth at the command of Allah. They played a special ro

She sighed, looking at her hands. "I'm sorry. I can't help you there. Plus, you were my mother's best friend. It feels awkward." "I know, I'm a few centuries older than you and called you a baby angel on your last visit but then I realized angels are only babies when they are in the first 2 years of their life. As soon as they turn 3, they are young angels until they are 7 years old. You’re just a young angel. Not a baby angel. And I’m still are very attractive and it doesn't matter in angels because we never grow old. We're always young." She shrugged.

“I take it that you two know each other?” “Not in the slightest, this is simply an ancient angelic greeting.” Mischief licked down the Addict’s throat, and the Addict shuddered. Mischief snorted. “Of course I know him. This is Anthony. He was one of the mightiest and cleverest warriors in Angel World.” Anthony rested his head on Mischief’s shoulder, hunching his shoulders. “I would not be trapped here if that were true.”

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with