Angelic Heroes Novels & Stories

“What is the message?” Angel/Alessia puts her other hand over Clint’s. “She wanted you to know that she knew. She knew that day in battle would be her last. The Moon Goddess visited her a couple of days before the attack. She traded her life for yours. You were the one that was supposed to die that day, but she knew that you had the better chance of survival and would be here for Cara and Artemis. She knew her life would end that day because she gave her life so you could live.”

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

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

Certainly, the demons of the New Testament are these fallen angels. The Bible speaks of a large company of good angels, though only the names of two angelic "names" are commonly known: Michael and Gabriel. Apparently the angels are divided according to different degrees: Michael is called the archangel (meaning: "leading angel"); then there are the seraphim, the cherubim, the angels with authority and power, and a large number of angels who are ministering spirits. As spiritual beings, good angels glorify God, carry out His will, see His face, submit to Christ, are superior to men, and live in heaven. Angels carry out many activities on earth at the command of Allah. They played a special ro

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

At his command, they began filing out of the hall, heading toward the very doors where I was standing. Seeing my opportunity, I stepped forward and entered the hall while they made their way outside I moved farther inside, allowing the men to pass around me as they left. One by one, they disappeared through the doorway until the vast hall was finally cleared. Then his voice reached me. “Angelicca, it is a pleasure to see you again,” he said formally. I turned my attention toward him. The Alpha Lord adjusted his posture, straightening himself in his seat as he settled more firmly upon the chair at the top of the altar.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

A badass queen. The revelation is like a splash of cold water hitting me. I'm in love with a fucking killer. The thought should make me run in the opposite direction but my body betrays me as excitement starts pooling in my stomach. I am disappointed she didn't consider revealing that part of her life to me but that disappointment can't compare to the relief I feel. Now,my team has nothing to worry or accuse Hera of. If there's something I know,the killer angels have Zero association with any group be it a biker,a gang or the Mafioso. They act on their own and don't engage in anything illegal like drug trafficking, weapon smuggling or money laundering.