Against Heavens Will Novels & Stories

“Yes, I am an Angel. I am your Angel, for right now that is.” “So everything….” “Yes, Abigail everything Daniel told you was true. You are the soul that determines whether or not the war starts.” “The war? Wait you mean ‘The War’,” Abigail gasped. “Yes, the war between Heaven and Hell. Heaven has its mother, you are Hell’s mother, and all of Hell is going to be chasing you.” “What? Hell’s mother? How can I be Hell’s mother? I didn't give birth to Hell.”

Due to the closed window voice came slow but it was obvious he was singing a song. With shivering hands, she started the car and escaped the area. She stopped at the front of the bakery, She looked back to see whether transgender was gone or not. Dolly named transgender was still here. He did not follow but kept on watching her with a strange look in his eyes. His look made a Shiver rushed down Sarah's spine. "Where are these two?" She pressed the horn, then again looked back. he was still there staring. This situation made her feel sick, She convinced Grace and Emily to postpone the dinner by Excuseing Julie. Emily and Grace agreed to her without questioning as she was not looking well.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

“And you, devil, will rest, returned to the earth, never to rise again.” I lurch to my feet, just to stumble face first, right into a coffin, a tomb. I scramble to escape – He drives the stake into my heart, pinning me flat to the silk-lined bed. “Christian lives on, as perfect as he always was. I will not allow you to destroy him, to destroy us.” “Avalanche…” I murmur. Cascading pebbles of plans I already set into motion. Even if I fail here, wind up trapped...

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

I asked, my voice cracking. He fell silent, and I continued, "Do you enjoy watching me get dragged through the mud, being called a mistress, and seeing the stock price drop? Is this what you want? Are you satisfied?"

Jagger told him, pulling his hands away from the lifeless body in front of him. He had entered that black hole again, where he couldn't remember anything that he had done, only knew he caused pain to another person. Glancing behind him, he saw the rest of the members of Heaven Hill gazing at him. None of their eyes held the look of pity; however, they all held the look of worry. This time it wasn't just Liam. He'd shown everyone exactly what he was capable of. He'd done the one thing he really hadn't wanted to do.

But like a man who had lost his soul. And somewhere beyond the shattered hall, beyond the cries of the survivors, the heavens wept for them both. THE END.

From memory. "The war..." he began, his voice like dusty whispers escaping from the pages of an old book. "It wasn't a battle. It was a rupture. The sky split in two, and order collapsed. Angels didn't just fight demons. They fought each other. The rift lay between order and free will. And those who asked questions... soon found themselves branded as traitors." Rea was silent. Kael watched stiffly, spoon frozen in his hand. Elion continued: