Angelic Alphabet Novels & Stories

Anna Josephine – the little minx that pushed my poor sensible friend off his sensible rocker. I’m still shaking my head at the insanity of it all as the other delegates filter in. • * *

I asked and he shook his head. “I don’t know how accurate it is, but I know that things are going to be complicated from here.” He said, and I looked at Ryan who was quiet throughout the whole thing. I knew that him being the Alpha’s current beta, he would be lost in so many thoughts, but right now, we needed to know whether or not they needed our help. “They are in their graves…”

- While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked. "The Angels are powerful beings who serve the Biblical God, and have the powers to inflict pain upon Devils and by extension the Fallen Angels due to their light-based powers~" "They live in Heaven which is divided into seven layers, or as they called them, the Seven Heavens~. Our leaders are the Seraphs and they are Angels who are guardians of the Throne of Heaven. The members of the Seraphs are the Archangel Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel who were titled the "Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels.

We shall see… The End Alpha of Gods is the final book in the Harmony Moon Series. Let me know your thoughts. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading about Gabriel, Harper, Willow, Brax, Drake, Ryder, and Demi as much as I have enjoyed writing their stories. Please let me know which was your favorite story in the series. There may also be a spin off of Drakes story. I believe he deserves happiness, don’t you?

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

As the Dunamis, her champions, they are the bureaucracy of the universe, attending to the checks and balances of things. There was Lucifer, most high, preeminent among the angels. He was her retainer, the one she whispered her fears, hopes, and dreams to. He is the Spirit of Knowledge. Next is Michael, the Spirit of God. Raphael, the Lord of Compassion. Metatron, the Prince of Counsel. Raziel, the Seraph of Knowledge. Gabriel, the Angel of Might. And Samael, the Ruler of Fear. Across the abyss, the sun rises on Earth.

Alistair must have reached a realm to do the ritual. By the time they reached outside, Mira had looked up to the sky. The eclipse was yet to be fully formed, but it was there, slowly taking over the moon. Thousands of Knights of Death filled the vast land. There was a stone table with six pillars pointing to the sky in the middle of the crowds. On top of each pillar, there was a large brazier holding the blue fire. Each pillar with its own marking and symbols. To others, those were just symbols. But in reality, it was the language of Angels. She remembered looking at those symbols when she was visiting Clavier in their usual apartment. Those symbols were representing the six realms that exis

Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words, “His name originates from the hebrew word “Rafa’el” meaning “God heals” ...After Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer, he is the fourth Archangel created by God... compassionate...caring... He is often associated with joy and laughter... Physical and spiritual healer... Considered one of God’s most obedient, good children...” Exhaling a small, shaky breath, the book fell on its own accord on the carpeted floor with a small but audible t

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

“Here.” Leda stunned and stared up at her sister, who had been watching her silently. She took the little packet and unrolled it with trembling fingers. Four mismatched tablets of different colors and sizes rolled onto her palm. “You’ll need an additional dose,” Cythia mumbled, voice deceptively casual. “The last thing you want is to slip your scent around a bunch of Alphas.” “Will this be enough?” “Fuck an Alpha and I guess you’ll see,” Cythia snapped, the anger betraying