Angelic Ghost Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

While they played detective, we tightened the grip around their throats. And I watched it all unfold from my seat like a goddamn king, sipping scotch as the house of cards leaned further away from me and closer to collapse. But the FBI weren’t the only ones chasing ghosts. One ghost particularly plagued my mind, Angel. He was my mistake, my goddamn muse and my ruin, all wrapped in that intense stare and fucking beautiful mouth. I leaned back in the leather chair, the city’s lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"But Jacques is right in that you need blood to survive." "Y-You can see him? Hear him?" I gape looking from her to Jacques who is beside me. "Of course." "But how?" I ask unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice. And I don't want to bring up Ben and Kiarr to this vamp because I don't trust her kind or know anything about her. "Angelic was a necromancer and witch before she was turned to a vampire during our-my time." I shake my head. "My friend Melanie is a necromancer, yet she can't see-ghosts."

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

"I do not like wearing gowns or skirts. Do not worry, I will reimburse you for the gown. I am sure it cost you a large sum." "No, it is a gift. Next time I will be sure to send a beautiful blouse and pants." She eyed him. He was dressed in a grey tuxedo and black shirt. As usual, he was not wearing a tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were unbottoned. "Do not bother yourself, we have very different taste." "If we don't go in now, you are going to miss the auction." Marcos said and offered her his arm. "Thank you." She reached for his arm but Adrian threw a punch at Marcos. Marcos staggered backwards but he quickly regained his balance. Marcos punched him back and they both started fightin

He whispered into Gadreel’s ear. When an angel dies, its soul dies with it. There is no rebirth. There is no return home. It is final. A tear ran down Gabriel’s check as he watched cracks of light rip his friend apart. The end of an Angel is surprisingly beautiful. There is no blood just light and then a burst, almost like a fire work. Gabriel was met by instant pain. Not in his side where Gadreel’s sword had pierced his skin. But in his back. His wings were being ripped from his body.

I sat myself on the floor, near her feet, her friend was being taken away from us by Luke, whom I just saw was standing near us. “Angel” I whispered ever so softly, smiling at her, she looked at me with disgust and before I knew it she shoved me hard enough to make me fall on my ass. “Angel, I…” “No, stay away from me, you are a murderer, a monster, a demon, keep your filthy hands off me” she yelled, shoving her hands onto my chest repeatedly pushing me away from herself.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

LEYLA'S POV:- I was staring at Angel Gabriel's face while my mind was drowning in the oceans of my thoughts. Well, technically, Kurt was an Angel. But Lucian was an Angel whose mother was a Spiritual. My eyes widened as the realisation hit me. "Oh my God! Lucian is a fucking hybrid. The very creations that were never meant to happen. Do you think there is an angel who might have gotten access to the place in heaven where the Spirituals are kept?" I couldn't stop myself from uttering those words as I finally understood why Lucian was not good for me at all. According to Angel Gabriel, I was a pure blood Spiritual. That meant that I had to be very careful while dating people.