Angelic Ghost Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

"Angel." Angel was stopped crying when she hears his voice in a low tone. Even though she closes her eyes, she will immediately know who is the owner of that voice. The way he pronounces her name, she really knows that that’s her man, that’s the man who owns her heart and her soul. The reason why her heart beats like this. Honestly, she wants to hear it again and again. “Josh?” she answered even though she knows that Josh can’t hear her voice. She hurriedly got out of her bed and wiped her tears. She has been crying for a while and asking her guardian angel to meet him once more.

Whenever an Angel Of Death was decommissioned,another took its place,and Gabrielle had the misfortune to become one on her wedding day,five years ago. Before her maid of honor could make her drunken toast,the blushing bride had keeled over and died in her bridegroom’s arms.Rachel had been at the wedding,being a friend of the bride’s from highschool,and saw Gabrielle’s spirit disappear into a vortex,only to re-emerge in her new form,minutes later. The adjustment was tenuous,to say the least.For weeks afterwards,Gabrielle would appear to her at every ungodly hour of the day and night,begging her friend to cross her over,to no avail.It was her destiny,and had to be played out.

Marcus and Jax, leading the vanguard of the Ghost Army, stood before the final obstacle. The Gates of the Archangels. They were massive, towering doors made of solid, blazing white light, guarded by two Archangels—the ultimate raid bosses of the Sanctum. They were terrifying, eight-winged entities wielding weapons of pure deletion code. "We are at the Core doors, Wraith!" Marcus bellowed over the dual-reality comms, his voice tight with exhaustion. "We cannot breach! The Archangels are immune to physical and magical damage! They have a specialized mechanic!"

“Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.” “He isn’t a fallen angel, Grandmother Willow.” Ava turned towards her with a glare within her eyes. Something that the spirit was glad to see, other than the pain. “He is the Angel of Death, not a fallen angel. He was a given a job to collect souls for God.”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue. I hear Jesus loves you. How wonderful. So happy for you. Thing is, assholes, I'm his bodyguard. Which makes the whole cross thing my fault. I have shit I need to put right, you know how that goes. I am the commander of the warrior angels and they send me in when asses need kicking. This place is a fucking mess. This is a courtesy call to ask which side are you on. I expect a reply "money-funsters" (keeping this a bit family friendly). I am the ghost you don't wanna ghost because my backup is higher up, you dig?

Mr Green said and Mr Carter frowned. "Just hear it out," Mr Green said to Mr Carter and turned to Martin. "So what I am going to do is pretty simple. I will open three separate accounts in the bank system using ghost names but in each of the accounts, I will name the three of us here as beneficiaries to the account. I crush the bank system and move some funds into that account leaving no trace. Now we have up two seventy-two hours to execute everything if not we will be caught," Martin explained and Mr Carter's face drew lines.

Someone impossible. A ghost. Angelica.

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.