Action Angels Novels & Stories

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

I gulped lightly as I wondered why Uncle Aaron of all time had to walk in while I sat in Angels office. “You killed your brother, you are no less than a beast!” The words hit hard into me, harder than it should, but there was Angel who stood, not even flinching for a second. “I would show no mercy to whomever goes against my rules!” Angel added. “I wouldn't hesitate to serve your head on a platter if you did the same!” He added. “Angel!” It was the lady, she had a look like she was gonna cry, certainly staged I could say.

NOELLE I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring. "Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—" Rage ignites under my skin instantly. I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

“We’re waiting for Selene, Thor, and Hecate. They tried to get to Nyx to save her, but… it didn’t work. Fucking angels. They were supposed to help and haven’t shown up since that first visit.” Jacob’s pinky grazes my exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up. I shiver—hating that he still makes me feel this way even when I’m mad. But I don’t move away. That would mean leaving Hermes and Alexander too. And honestly, I like the feeling. Uggggh. Being mad at these boys is exhausting. Jacob’s voice sobers me. “Why are the angels so important?” “They’re like me and a few other gods,” Hermes explains. “Able to move between worlds. That’s rare. But the angels could bring enough firepower to turn th

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

An hour later when morning time come as Ren woke up he noticed that Angel didn't return so he rushed went downstairs to check on her, he then opens up the door and there he sees her fall asleep while sitting then Ren lift her to the bedroom Angel is in deep sleep she dreamed that Mike and Augustine are calling her they while they keep on waving inviting her to join as she walks suddenly she waked up it is almost afternoon. The house is quiet so she decided to do something to prevent thinking about the past while she's eating Angel thinks to ask some advice from a father in church, an hour later she arrived at the place the church had few people then she approached one of the staff asking whe

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.