Novel & Cerita Angelic Poetry

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.

Birds, bees, and other insects hummed throughout the place. The scents that filled the air were nothing like that of the pollution of the human world outside the court's doors, and Layon and Angel glanced at each other in astonishment several times as they were led down the forested hallways by a rather tall and pretty fairy whose professional demeanor left her looking strict and unapproachable. “This place can’t be real,” Angel exclaimed when they had been walking for several minutes. Layon couldn’t help but admire the innocent astonishment on her face that made her look even more angelically beautiful

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.

I squint against the glare. The leader descends from the sky. An Angel. His wings are folded behind him—massive, snowy white, every feather looking as soft as a cloud. He has a face of absolute perfection. A straight nose, full lips, lines carved by God himself. Skin like pearls under moonlight. Eyes that glow with a faint, holy light. Silver-white hair flows down to his ankles. Cherubim. One of the Upper Three Orders of Angels. I know my mythology. Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones. Cherubim are known for having "many eyes" and the ability to gaze directly at the light of God. They accept the light without emotion, purely and openly.

I smiled by resting in his embrace peacefully meanwhile in the sky good angel : awww I'm shy evil angel : huh good angel : how cute they're evil angel : I don't feel so good angel : blind guy see love everywhere evil angel : I don't think so good angel : why evil angel : because we makes a great pair than them good angel : WHAT

His treason was the reason why he was casted out of heaven. "Then God did something no Angels have ever thought God would do. He put a piece of himself inside the bodies of the Spirituals. It was called the spirit. Angels explain it like this. They say that they saw a drop of water that was shinier than all the suns in the galaxy. And it was pure with its colour too. It was blue, the symbol of purity and good. They said they saw God putting that in the bodies of the Spirituals. Now God didn't use all the power of the archangels. He kept some safe. After all, this was all when God was creating the humans." Perhaps the creation of humans was a damn amazing miracle. I finally understood how hum

Lucifer and I sat on the sofa. “ACTION!” Shouted Leo. I heaved a deep sigh before I finally spoke my dialogues. I tilted my body towards Lucifer. “Cleidon, I have something to tell you.” “What is it, Psyche?” I really find it amazing how Lucifer can act like an innocent boy from an ill-tempered one. He’s just too good at acting. “Do angels fall in love too?” I asked him. He tilted his head sidewards which I also find cute. “Fall In love? What is that?”

But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time I’m Mazikeen, here’s my story SINFUL AND FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ARE LIKE A POISONED BREAD; THEY MAY SATISFY APPETITE FOR THE MOMENT, BUT THERE IS DEATH IN THEM AT THE END TRYON EDWARDS I could remember vividly the good old days, back then when we were all still in Heaven singing praise and worship to the Most High—yea don’t fucking look surprised, I was once an angel. A hot sexy angel as a matter of fact but it took only a bad decision to take all that glory away. Now I am what you know

The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars. As the Angel descended, the air around us seemed to vibrate with energy. The wind picked up, whipping our hair into a frenzy, and the sound of rushing water filled our ears. The Angel's presence was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a great precipice.

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.