Angel Story Book Novels & Stories

The cover of the book was made of the same material as it's pages. and if we give it a close look we can see the sketch is about a fallen angel, our ancestors. The angel's wings are detached from her back, same as the fallen angels who were punished by chopping off their wings. I randomly opened a page, the language wasn't english, it had some weird hand written notes. I don't remember knowing any such language. Its alphabets were more like a design than any normal letter. But surprisingly I could read them! Like how tf?! I know, I don't know these letters but somehow I could understand them. Weird affff.

you have to protect her and take care her atri:- i will love her and protect her no matter what mom:- of course you will be. now let me start story. one day. two child born at same time but different places. in hell and heaven. male child is devil and female child is angela. after few years later a war start between devil and God. male devil was a king of all devil and female angel was queen of God she rule all God and king rule all devil. after big war. king and queen get to chance to fight head on. but when they look at each other thier heart telling them to stop but for the sake of their congrats they fight till the end king:- so you are the queen who kill my devil

The crescent moon smiles down below. Ignorant of the world below. The stars glow, and the moon shines. A tear falls from your eye. The moon smiles a slim, thin grin. Now our story truly begins. Chapter Three: Secrets Revealed “Angelica, you need to calm down,” Astra called from her broom as she descended from the sky and jumped to the ground. Her broom collapsed into a pocket-sized hand broom. Angelica growled at Astra as she moved to a lunge to attack. Astra grabbed the broken necklace from the ground, and it turned into a magic lasso. She dodged Angelica’s attack as the lasso wrapped around angelicas neck, forming a new chain.

He took a deep breath and began speaking again. “So I found some old text that talked of a love story between two angels,” he said as he began searching for something on the table. He pulled out a book and skimmed it. “The two angels in question were Rachel and Lucifer,” he said, and I scoffed. He looked up at me with a disapproving look, and I shrugged with a grin. “Oh, come on,” I said, “Like we didn’t see that coming.” Elias chuckled while Aaron rolled his eyes. He shook his head and looked back down at the book.

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 Dragons,” 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. I sigh. “Everything.”

Ted reached the stereo and turned the volume down making the girls glare daggers at him. "Can't you see we were dancing?" Ally asked and flipped her hair in a Diva way. "We were dancing" Angel pouted and leant against Ally for support. The boys, Rachel and myself weren't drunk. Well, Ted was becoming a little bit tipsy and I was pretty sure that the guys were going to get drunk soon. I watched Angel pout, sticking her lower lip out making her look totally adorable and I clenched my jaw as my thought drifted to whatever happen in the kitchen.

“It’s us! And that’s what we do for each other; we are sisters in the heart, Angel. Now, it’s your turn to spill the beans.” “My beautiful, twisted fairy tale, maybe fairy-tail is a better fit in my case. Back to the point, it starts by, Once upon a time, I died.” I told her everything from the beginning, and she listened attentively and wide-eyed, gasping more times than not. Before I could reach the end of my story, the door of her house burst open and a furious Aaron broke through it. His glowing eyes zeroed in on me as he growled like a mad wolf.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

She gave me a glance when I took my seat on the bed, returning the ketchups to Angelina. "What story was she reading to you?" I asked, casually as I glanced between her and the television. Angelina beamed, mouth full of nuggets. "It’s about a bunny who wants to be a detective!" She held up the book like it was sacred. "But he doesn’t know how to sneak, so he keeps getting caught!" I smirked. "Maybe he needs to change careers." "Nooo," She giggled. "He learns how to sneak later! Roxanne says everyone’s good at something, even if they don’t know it yet."

~ “Today I saw an angel. A living breathing angel and I want to have her. There’s no other way for it.” “Pursuing my angel was a hard feat. I was informed, she wasn’t interested in men who wanted her for her beauty. But then what else was there for a woman to offer but her body and her beautiful face.” ~ It was clear that the journal belonged to a man. And as I read page after page, I hated the man for it. And when I reached the part where he kidnapped the girl and brought her to his castle. I realised it was the story of Antonio’s five times great grandfather that Ephraim was telling me about.