Angel's Bliss Novels & Stories

Under the wraith-silver moon, the alchemy of balsamic scents swirls around the meadow. Angela breathes in deeply, the calm morning breeze awakening her senses to the beauty of nature around her. The sweet fragrance of flowers in full bloom fills the air. She looks up as a flock of beautiful colorful birds flies past. Their chirping noises seem like music to her ears. "How I wish I were one of these beautiful, graceful creatures," Angela says to herself. "I would spread my wings and fly so high, far away from this dreadful place I've been sent to." Her heart feels heavy as het beautiful eyes start to tear up.

Because of that, she and Gabriel reconcile and happily mated together. “Thank you, Mark, and please stop standing here while looking around like you are guarding the place or something.” Angel says. “I’m just looking around Angel, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy your night.” I said. “You’re not. I know it bothers you, the fact that I was kidnapped and almost killed. I’m okay now, don’t worry about me.” She says. I don’t want to argue with her more. She supposed to enjoy this day. This is her ceremony.

I accidentally knocked over the cloth covering it earlier. But to think of it, the woman in the picture was very beautiful even though it looked old. She was wearing a black dress and a black veil was draped over her. She was also holding a bouquet of black roses, but her smile was so genuine, contradicting the darkness of the entire painting's vibe. Her face was too angelic, her eyes were so pretty too, and it seemed like she was the happiest person on earth. And there it was, I was busy adoring her entire existence in the painting when a realization hit my mind.

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.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.

There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth. The God saw this and said to the Arin that okay you can go there.But one condition. Never tell anyone that you're an angel and never use your power to to save any human life cause if you do that you will be punished with die. Arin accepted this and goes out to the earth. On This time in the earth the the king Henry was rules the whole Britain. He was the most powerful king in this time. He had a beautiful daughter which name was isla. Everybody in the kingdom called her the Goddess of beauty.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”