Angelic Poetry Novels & Stories

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

Her wings, pale as early morning light, arched behind her in silent prayer. Next sat Remiel, the Seraph of Resurrection. His throne was sculpted from fractured crystal fragments of broken halos fused together by divine flame. A faint pulse of inner fire throbbed within it, fragile yet defiant, like a heart refusing to die. His expression was tranquil but shadowed, carrying the weight of countless souls who once looked to him for deliverance.

Though he adored the angelic Laura, this seductive Laura appealed to his senses as well and he noticed his body system going all hot. She looked so gorgeous and glamorous. And that dress... He mentally shook his head to rid his mind of sinful thoughts. He had imagined ripping that red dress off her and reveling in the skin and body beneath. But he pushed such thoughts away. He shouldn't be thinking of her in that manner. She was a pure white lily that needed not be tainted. Especially by a person like him. But damn, he couldn't help himself. Which man could, with a woman like Laura.

As chaos began to ensue, I stepped away from those tentacles and for the first time in millennia, the sky opened up and even though Night, Darkness and Corruption were hovering and ruling this moment, there is something greater here on Earth. I used the moment when Apollo's Arrow appeared to have the light rays directed toward that weapon and smiled. Many think that the Angel who walks with me lives inside me and needs me, but this is not the truth, I am just a conduit and his real body was just a myth. But now he agreed with me, that this creature should die by our hands and even those who had not realized that Day had imposed itself on Night, would now know, for the clouds were dyed red an

So it's not harm to say that their descendants might be some royalty or nobility. Lucifer touches all the four corners of paintings and in the end he taps the centre of painting three times with his index finger. Slowly the painting started moving backwards, it felt like the painting of a solid box of mechanism which slid backwards and then separated from the middle to open the doorway inside the passage. It was so smoothly done in few seconds that Eva couldn't flutter her eyelashes and kept staring at the process. She has never seen such advanced technology. Suddenly Eva's eyes matched with Lucifer and he gave her an annoyed look.

, I growled with a broom in my hand and they are fast enough to close and sat straight like a naughty kid after beating. Huffing I sat back and open the photos. We started reading few lines but everything go out of my mind. Max things are written in Latin which goes out of my mind and the English part is also out of my mind. Now I regret for not taking literature. We are flipping pages when my eyes catch a line.. "Stop" , I zoomed on the picture . At the end of the page there is a line in bold. "The day death seems less painful. Tears drip from the eyes of angel. Devil break in agony. The universe shaken off when he stole her soul and open that door. Eternity end from the hand of humanity. T

So fucking mesmerising that I almost didn't see the Angel that had somehow managed to slip through the force of Ethan and Oscar's assault, pin-wheeling and diving through the air with perfect precision like a high-wire trapeze artist. Before they can do anything and occupied with a second wave of soldiers that came at them with ferocious force, the Angel careened straight for me and Addi, its mouth wide in a triumphant cry, its needle-sharp teeth growing ever closer, talons outstretched like a bird of prey about to tear apart its prize. Energy tore from its hands, a thundering swell that cut through the air. Without thinking, I pushed Addi down and raised my arms over my head, turning my fac

Amy looked at me and told, "Sam will be your guide and mentor till you become the full angel and get used to Angelina." Amy really has the commanding position in Angelina and she is really a wise princess.I can say that. However, what does she meant by "full angel"? I had a confused expression on my face. Amy sensed my confusion and replied: "When any human dies, god evaluates the person's sins and then send angels or demons to take the person. If the person is sinner then the demon take them in Demonalia Den and the person's soul becomes Demon by going through few tests and if the person is pure heart angel bring their soul to Angelina and the soul has to go through some test in order to be

(VERSES OF DEATH) A VERSE YET TO SEE, READ IT ALOUD, AND THERE IT COMES TO A DEATH ANGEL WHO WILL CLAIM YOUR SOUL. Reading and thinking deeply about the said words as it illuminated into a neon red after an image of a feathered pen wrote it onto the air with intricate calligraphy at hand. Like it is telling HIM an important thing, yet HE already knew about and way from the very beginning. The words that claim to be a verse, are something more than what each word means and the whole sentence about. Suggesting yet not, delivering a dread, but a misconception. HE smiles in satisfaction while comfortably sitting unto his throne, while and at the very same time is observing the once innocent Emie

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”