Angelic Cover Novels & Stories

“And that's something that—” “It's only natural,” Angel said. “And just to put your mind at ease, it won't be in front of the whole pack like it's customary to do. It will be in front of a select group who will only see one act of love and they will do it with some privacy.” “What do you mean?” she asked me and I smiled. “We'll have veils so it won't be so public,” I told her, giving her a chaste kiss on the forehead. “We just need witnesses to witness our bond and accept your ascension, once that happens, we will open the garden for everyone.”

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

I murmur as my fingers trail almost reverently over the embossed, alien symbols on the cover. "The collected acolytes of the Angelicus bloodline," Littne intones gravely. "Those scant few wolves elevated by the Moon Goddess herself to serve as guardians and wielders of the most sacred of abilities. Selene, it seems...is the latest in a long, potent lineage you have severely underestimated until now." The breath stills in my lungs as the implication of her words gradually sinks in. That sniveling, pathetic Selene...a chosen celestial protector of some kind? It's too ludicrous to process.

The power automatically passing to the next in line. Raising from her seat, Angel strode towards us. As I bowed before her, she placed a blue amulet over my head and gently placed it on my chest. She put her hand under my chin and tilted my head so I faced her. Smiling, she placed a kiss on my cheek before turning to Roman. As Roman bowed before his grandmother, Axel handed her a ceremonial blade.

Of course, not in person. Angelic owns a construction company, even though she is still an engineering student. She has a poor relief program, in which she rebuilds abandoned buildings so that the homeless have a place to live. Friendly, I would say. I still haven't seen her. Security is professional and well trained, covering the entire perimeter and even preventing him from being seen. The car has tinted and armored windows. No social media or internet photos. It's all part of a protocol, some say she takes risks that no one else takes.

"This seems wrong." "That's because it is, in a technical sense. Resurrections shouldn't be handled at all by mortals. Luckily for us, angels get a free pass, and I know the true name of an Angel of Creation. Now, I can't have you hear his true name. Not that you could, your eardrums and eyes would instantly rupture. But, still, to prevent the worst outcome from happening and out of respect I'm going to need you to leave the room."

Only his father could do that. Apollo Sky drew a deep breath, not believing that such time would come when he would protect a damn demon from his kin. Blowing a blue-colored gush of wind to where the demon prince was kneeling, a translucent celestial energy covered the demon prince’s body like second skin. On cue, the dark blue celestial aura that had whipped Damon the Prideful started to repel from the latter’s body – recognizing the faintest blue-colored aura from the apprentice angel.

Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel. The black feathers meticulously sewn onto the bodice created an illusion of wings, wrapping around her figure like a gentle embrace. The feathers extended downward, transitioning into a layered, ethereal skirt that seemed to float above the ground. A delicate, intricate lace mask obscured half of her face, accentuating the air of mystery surrounding the dark angel. She moved her wings just as she twirled and winked at the audience before going back to the backstage area with an extra sway of her hips.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe