Angelic Poetry Novels & Stories

But you can't to marry her. Arin - You know everything my lord. And also know that how much i love her. I want to stay with her lifelong. Even i lost my all power for that i really don't care. Because she is mine, my everything. God - Arin. I think You have become very emotional from being with humans for so long. You are maybe forgot that if an angel breaks the rules then he not only lost his power,also he will punished harshly. And an angel never marry a human this is our rules.This is the reason of I come here.

We raced across the sea, leading the fire home. “For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror,” I whispered, reciting the poem. Samael grinned beneath his dark splendor and finished it. “Every angel is terrifying.” * We stood amongst ruins. It was a cold, pale temple, beautiful and foreboding. Words couldn't describe the majesty, nor the air choked with the weight of centuries. It rose like an abandoned New Jerusalem atop the ocean bluffs. A jasmine-scented spray danced across the air, dampening the cracked pillars, and vines hung in between. The place hung thick with flowers. I watched in awe, trembling against a fallen pediment carved with a cherubim guarding the gates of Parad

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

I’ve witnessed an angel sets her majestic feet here on earth. Never expected this angel would appear in my existence. As this creature spread her wings, All I just see is divinity. I see her personality in the sun, shining brightly after a long dark journey I see her smile in the moon and stars, giving a luminescent glow to the unlighted. I see her face in the clouds, soft and auroral. But her golden time is up She needs to come back where she truly belongs

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

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.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires. Azrael outnumbered them quickly, and before she knew it, a bunch of people are behind her. She wasn’t sure if she’ll face them or run away from them, but she chooses the latter. The other end of the alley opens to a bigger street, a rotunda where vehicles were passing. Azrael felt like a fool running away with cars on her side, unable to move because of the heavy traffic. The people inside their cars were sure amazed by how fast and agile she is. Azrael recalls a poem from the Silver City that describes Angels.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.