Angel Witch Novels & Stories

But I know an angel who is the complete opposite of that. Her name is Angel Salt. She's not popular in the way that everyone loves her. She's popular in the way that everyone knows her. Everyone knows to stay on her good side. Because hurting people is one of the things she loves to do most. And she does it with a smile on her face. Every single time. No one questions her. No one confronts her. No one even looks at her wrong. Because her mother is the Alpha witch. My dad's personal witch. The most powerful witch in our pack. Maybe in any pack.

she started and Mr Garcia ignored her praying silently for the safety of her daughter. "All this is happening because of you. You could not control your stupid desire and slept with a maid. A common maid. I don't even know what is so special about her. You had the chance to prevent this day but No. You allowed her to give birth to the cursed child. I paid the price of your stupid desire. Look at me, I lost my job for good and when I tried to prevent my children from going through what I did, again you allowed your stupid desire plus emotions to get in the way. You had to bring that cursed child back to the house. Now Camila is paying the price too," she went on

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

It was the same cowardice of the colonial soldiers who burned villages and then wept for mercy when the spears finally turned toward them. "Scream," Mwajuma rumbled softly into the damp, violet gloom of the corridor. Her dark eyes snapped open, burning with an uncompromising, lethal fire. "Scream until your corrupted core runs dry. You will never touch her again." She stood her ground. She did not flinch when the sounds of snapping bone echoed from the chamber. She did not turn around when the sharp, ozone-scented crackle of volatile magic hissed beneath the door gap. She was the Anvil. She was the barrier between the sins of the lower world and the pristine angels of the canopy.

I caught her elbow, steadying her with a grip that looked gentle but held iron. The crowd registered the contrast - the regal witch and the clumsy angel - and the whispers shifted, deepened, layered with new speculation. "Who's the girl with her?" "Seraphina Dove Angelis - the chubby little angel from Hauntspire High. They said she was a nobody." "Nothing stands beside something now." "Did you see Selene's face?" "I saw. The saintess isn't praying now." We mounted the grand stairs. The bells began to toll - deep, resonant, a proclamation that shook the floating island's foundations. Students parted before us, some murmuring prayers, others simply staring with the blank awe of those who have

Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Fury ignited inside her. Her eyes blazed orange. She raised both hands and screamed, drawing the raging wind into her palms. Her body trembled violently as she compressed the storm into a colossal sphere of air before unleashing it. The explosion sent every creature flying. Even Gideon staggered beneath its force, though unharmed. Angela spun to kill that damned witch, only to freeze. Three women stood before her. Three black witches. Kesha stood between the other two, whom Angela had never seen before. Then they began chanting.

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.