Angel Stories Book Novels & Stories

There was a moment of silence in the room as many of us acknowledged Kristopher’s fate. “A knife,” Evangeline cried out. Grabbing Anabelle’s hand. “Are you sure about this?” She asks Anabelle, who nods her head and makes a slash on the side of her hand. Evangeline places Anabelle’s cut hand over Kristopher’s mouth, allowing a few droplets to drop onto his lips and into his mouth. “Kristopher Stone. You proposed, and Anabelle Walker has accepted. I, Evangeline Kingsley. Witch Queen, to my people, acknowledge your union, binding you both by love and by blood.” She looks at Anabelle, who cries and nods her head. “You now and forever belong to one another.” Evangeline covers Kristopher’s mouth a

"My lady, why are you sulking?" says Athena as she enters the master's bed-chamber. "This book is all about enchantresses who deceive the prince," she replied while lazily lying on the bed. Aileen hated the book she was reading because she saw herself as one of those witches who placed a spell to steal the charming prince. In her wild imagination, it looks like she's the witch, the antagonist who stole the male lead from the female lead. Suddenly, she recalled Duke Fedelin's invitation.

Alpha Angelo sighed exasperatedly, then pulled out the book. He walked to the chair and made himself comfortable. ‘It's time that I read all the consequences and be prepared,’ he thought. He opened the first page, the tittle was well spelled out. At the first page, just after the tittle, there was a picture of a big shiny ring. Alpha Angelo touched it, wishing to feel it, but it was only the picture. “A picture is worthy of a thousand words. Yeah, indeed it is. So beautiful,” he murmured.

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Angelus replied Rheagal while walking towards the direction of the bus station. ”Why should I go to your place when I’m not yet your boyfriend??” Rheagal asked the exiting Angelus while walking hastily after her, trying to catch up with her. ”You really are a funny dude but don’t you worry! I like you and I haven’t really dated any guy since the Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years of my existence so let’s give this a try and see how It goes but mind you…...............If for a second you try to break My heart….........................I’ll kill you in a heartbeat or I might never forgive you and even If I do?? I'll never go out with you again.......................so Impress me very well then

Wu Lan Jun swerves his horse and asks a young lady about the ruckus. "Ah, sir. Haven't you heard? Someone dispersed a booklet about the romance between a brocade-clad commander and a daughter from an affluent family. Since most of us can't read, we relied on the city's elocutionist. Now, the tale is spreading throughout the city. It's a must-read!" "I see," Wu Lan Jun laughs nervously, "Do you perhaps know the author?" The lady shakes her head, "No one knows who wrote the book itself. It is so popular now that none of us know where it really began."

I search through the books, using the shelves to slide the ladder around. I don't recognize any of them but one captures my attention. I grab it, sliding down the ladder. I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. "What book is that?" Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. "The History of Moon Wolves," I tell her and she looks at me funny. "Why would you need that? What don't you know about your own kind?" she scoffs.

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.