Action Angels Novels & Stories

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.

[ FACTS : The angel princes are the highest ranking war angels in heaven, most glorious and powerful creatures with the closest connection to the throne of the most high amongst the angelic host of heaven, they are numbered six in number namely; Raphael, Uriel, Selaphiel, Zadkiel, Jophiel and the most powerful amongst them, Michael whom is also the leader and chief prince amongst the group ] Beelzebub zips towards Raphael at fifty times the speed of light with Raphael not standing on ceremony but charging in as well But being clash in the middle with their collision resulting in a massive shock wave that tore through the void and blasted back both angels and demons alike WAR ANGEL #9 : Urghh

he answered me. I dumbfoundedly looked at him. He could read my mind? “Before The Creator created humans, there are already angels with Him—" "Wait," I interrupted him. "You're really a fucking angel? As in angel?" He frowned. "Do I have to repeat everything to you?" "I…" I didn't know what to say. "When He created humans, he assigned two kinds of angels to accompany them. The birth angel and the death angel," he continued. "The birth angels were assigned to accompany humans the minute they were born until they reached the age of ten years. In short, they are the guardian angels. On the other hand, the death angels were assigned to accompany humans when they are about to die and bring them t

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.

Amy sensed my confusion and replied: "When any human dies, god evaluates the person's sins and then send angels or demons to take the person. If the person is sinner then the demon take them in Demonalia Den and the person's soul becomes Demon by going through few tests and if the person is pure heart angel bring their soul to Angelina and the soul has to go through some test in order to become a true full angel. However, Angelina has certain rules and all have to abide by it. If any angels break these rules there are consequences for the same. The punishment is decided by the type of mistake made by the angel. There are different types of angels: 1.Guardian angels 2.Messenger Angel 3.Archan

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given. In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”