Angel Ghost Novels & Stories

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

She strolled down to the gate, secretly hoping that she would bump into Jared. Cordelia heaved a loud sigh when she got to the gate, without seeing Jared. Immediately she got out, she stopped and entered the first taxi that she saw. “Stradun Avenue please.” “Yes Ma’am.” “You know what? Take me to the Fainting Goat instead.” “The Fainting Goat?” The driver asked, turning to look at her properly. “Yes, take me to the Fainting goat.” Cordelia answered, looking straight into his eyes.

I even felt cold gusts brushing out past me. “Thank you,” I muttered, starting across the large room to the corner where Amy and a man her age stood, aiming the lights of their phones toward the rest of the room. I didn’t hurry, taking slow and firm steps as I kept sweeping the place with my LED. “Where are they?” I asked, halfway to the corner. “They’re gone,” the man said. “What were those sparks?” “Angels, I think.” I saw Amy turn to me, eyes like grapefruits. Both mediums took a step back when I reached them, looking at me like I was a little green man just beamed down from a mother ship.

That was the only word that I got hold of. I wondered if the Vampire had crossed their barrier so.. I waited for some time to listen carefully for a bit. "Uh..what's going on.." Anita asked curiously. "The angel...she's up but.. causing trouble. " "What did she do...Did she kill?" Anita snarled as she started going deep inquisitively. "No...she takes a host and.."

🌙 THE REALM OF THE MOON ANGELS, ISHKA. The moon angels had always lived there lives as flower petals. It's unimaginable right? But then it gets very interesting. Each petal bloomed with it's peculiar characteristics. They had a keeper who is a messenger from the Fore Kingdom. She was known as Mother Queila. All the petals loved her because she takes very care of them right from their blooming stage until they wither entirely. Her responsibility also entailed making sure that the excalibar never left the lines gate of the earth.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

“Who are you?” I stretch out my wings and watch as his gaze lights up in recognition. “Luciana?” I nod, stepping closer. He tries to pull me into a hug but ends up passing completely through me. My eyes go wide and I feel my stomach turn. Daniel moves to face me again, confusion written all across his face. “Are—are you a ghost?” I look down at my hands. They are nearly translucent, glowing just like the forest. “No I think I’m dreaming,” I murmur in realization.

Contracted. Alive. Ancient. A shadow curled beneath the shallows with monstrous grace. Plesiosaur-long and plated, it cleaved a trail of oil-black churn through milk-blue water. Angel floated alone, eyes closed, peaceful. Beside Scott, Elsie held her phone ready, voice low. “Scott—what else did they say about the mirror?” “That it’s cursed,” he murmured, distracted. “That it kills people.” Angel screamed. It started as surprise, then raked into agony. The sea detonated around her. She was yanked, flung, dragged—a rag doll across froth. Blood unfurled like silk.