Angel Stories Book Novels & Stories

And then, once that was over, we could begin. “I've been researching,” Angela began almost immediately. We all watched as she pulled out a large, tattered book from her bag. It looked ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the leather cover cracked and worn. “There might be a way to help Alvin.” My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. Angela shook her head, flipping open the book. She opened it to a page and shoved it into the middle of the table, tapping on the page with her finger. “His hand.”

If the book truly held the reversal spell within it, then it would save us all, and it would give Angelica the advantage she needs to take the heir down. As the witches prepared the portal, Angelica hung onto me like glue, as it was clear that she was worried this was the last time she was going to see me, but I had news for her, I wasn’t going to leave this world knowing that her life was in danger. Just like my greatest grandfather, I was in love with a Goddess, but unlike him, I would be damned if I allowed anyone, even a God to get in my way from being able to love her. “I promise you that I will return with the book, and we will together take down this heir.” I said to her, trying to co

Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored. "Little siren, let's continue alright? You can beat me later" Andre suggested. The book vanished from Andre's hands and appeared at Annabelle's. "The language is ancient too but I can understand the first page. It reads: 'The life of a fairy- magic level and spells' " "That's all?" Andre asked in disbelief. "Yup! It wasn't easy for me to discern this first page. As for the rest, I can't." Annabelle shrugged and closed the book.

he said. Together we began fading away and Into ashes we turned. *** The end of the tales of Angelina D Angelos. My name is Sangeeta D Angelos. I am the Queen of Kingslanding and my husband is Ariel Lycan the 22nd Lycan king. I took it upon myself to complete the story and the legend of the Glowing Angel. I would continue the writing from where she stopped. After her fight with Darius the Glowing Angel disappeared completely from the surface of the earth.

“They are all the books on lore about Lycans. I thought they may be helpful to get Luna back.” A smile crept onto my face. “That was very thoughtful.” I grabbed one of the books. Expecting her to dismiss herself. However, instead, without me asking, she opened and a book and together we began reading silently. Looking forn answers in the words of authors that no longer existed. After what had to be over an hour, Angelica let out a gasp and looked up at me. She turned the book towards me. My heart sank at the words.

she repeats. "Okay," I mutter, flipping back to the beginning of the book. "The earliest texts speak only of dragons. They have existed for thousands of years alongside the witches and the angels―" "Wait is this based on a true story or something?" Diana interrupts with wide eyes. "Definitely not. The angels in this story are way different and as far as I know, dragons aren't real," I sigh. "You sound disappointed." "Well don't you think it'd be cool to meet a dragon?"

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

I walk over to it, noticing how the sparkling light creates the illusion of movement as I move nearer. The silver tailed girl is surrounded by her five captors, or suitors, depending on how optimistic one wants to be. The dark-cloaked figure, the golden-winged angel, the sea bandit, the faery warrior, the knight. Now that I know the stained glass window is my gran’s handiwork, it’s obvious that the figures are from the myth she told me as a child. The sea maiden and her five princes.

I comment. "Unlike you, I don't have family alive old enough to tell me about the unicorns. I had heard that after the Fires of Alira the unicorns disappeared. Strange considering they were the pillar of the world order. Or so the book says," Flavius talks glancing at me.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.