Angel Saying Novels & Stories

But Angel didn't think so. “Don't try to find something which will be your downfall… I'll send you back now,” Angel remarked coldly, before Elina could do anything, Angel waved his hand before her eyes and in a split second she saw a bright light flashed before her eyes, a low exclaim left her throat when she was sucked into a dark hole.

Only a few beings in the world can summon her and the rest that her spirit animal decides that she needs to see always come her to her study. “Alright, let us ignore me for now. That is not the real reason why we are here in the first place.” Bethany said and chalked down her disappointment. “What do you know about the death angels and how powerful are they?” Bethany asked. In that instant, Elaine realized that the being that was summoning her was the Arch agent of death, Lord Kalta. This was why she felt so weird. Adonis by being a son of his father was also the previous Lord and since Adonis and Kalta are enemies, her body was rejecting Kalta's call.

My voice dripped with authority. She straightened her back, meeting my gaze head-on. “I won’t be controlled by anyone. Not even you,” she whispered. “You dare defy me, Angel?” When she didn’t respond, I grabbed her chin, making her wince. “Let me make it crystal clear. I am the one calling the shots.” I gritted my teeth. “And if you dare to defy me again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” She winced again at the force of my grip.

Mr Garcia recounted "I would advise you, my child. Never no matter what support evil. Always stand for what is right and never look on especially when you have the power, when evil is going on," Mr Garcia advised. "You may feel alone right now but once you have seen your mistake. Pray to God and I know He will give you a reason to smile again," Isabella said and Mr Garcia nodded. "I would go get breakfast ready," Isabella said and stood up heading towards the kitchen. At the penthouse, Ethan, Olivia and Jeremy were all together in the living room.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

Anima yelled, turning around quickly. “What? I thought it was obvious because of our strangely colored eyes,” Angela said. “My apologies; we haven't introduced ourselves to you yet, have we? My name is Marie; I'm the Herald of Judgement,” Marie said, bowing slightly to Anima. “Im Valerie, I'm the Herald of Truth.” Valerie also inclined her torso slightly. “And I’m Angela, Herald of Fate,” Angela said, folding her arms against her chest. Anima just stared at them quietly with a shocked expression on her face.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.