Angelic Notes Novels & Stories

But when I reached out, I saw that the notebook was open, and on it was a strange note she had made. I picked up the notebook and read the scribbles aloud, "Colors: blue... sad, red... angry. What?" My eyes scanned further. "Healing, flight, power... Angel, demon, hybrid." I shook my head but then looked down at the marked page to find the same topic marked. "Is this all part of a project?" I took a quick glance at all the sticky notes and marked things in the book before lifting it off the floor and placing it back on the table. After a while, I sighed and resumed my search for the book.

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

Seeing that he had missed his target, Angelo could only shrug and decided- to pull out the notes he had placed inside of his bag- earlier when he was still at school. “What are you doing?” Jun scoots over to where Angelo was sitting as he was curious about what his traitor of a friend was doing. “What’s the use of your eyes if you can’t see that I’m studying,” Angelo sarcastically informed his friend while his attention is; entirely focused on the notes that he was reading. Jun rolled his eyes at Angelo’s sarcastic remark. “Duh, of course, it’s for seeing only the beautiful things in this world.” It was then- when Angelo heard of his reply- that he had also rolled his eyes because of his fri

"And I will tell you again, I was born with it!" I kissed her, diving deep within the Grace to see the shape of her song. There was a reason why they called groupings of angels Choirs or Bands. Our Generals Soloists. Our form, our energy—what kept us alive—was a song in its purest means. We were part of a comic symphony, each player having their own notes, something to weave together into the art of creating by the great Composer. When Grace was pure, uncorrupted, the notes sounded like a feeling, like a memory, and conjured strong images and emotions in mortals. They'd once called us Muses and, at other times, Gods, but our influence in nurturing still made the mortals rejoice in our tunes.

Lucienne took a step closer as a low soft growl escaped, but when the angel turned to glare at him, he took a step back. The angel with the bowl started to rub whatever was in the bowl over the wound as they kept chanting and Lucienne noticed the symbols Gabriella had been so obsessed with stopped moving. It was as if they were vibrating in their spots as the chanting became louder. The angel with the glass bottle moved closer, then pulled back again as the chanting became even louder.

I was barely handling my own. Reaching out once more this time to the seven unbonded angels. They stood in front of the training ground at attention. The first angel was blonde hair falling in waves to her small, slender shoulders. With those big wide enchanting lavender eyes would be so easy to get lost in. She couldn't hide her predatory gaze... Her eyes were such a contradiction to the rest of her more feminine features. A small upturned nose with soft pink plush lips, her lower lip fuller than her top perfect for sucking and biting on. Her petite frame and apple breast. She could easily pass for a sprite if it weren't for her angelic Lavender and grey wings dusted with white angel dust.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"