Angelic Poetry Novels & Stories

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

Heaven. Hell. All calculating. She stepped forward again — until the tips of her glowing wings nearly touched the angel’s. “I do not seek heaven’s throne,” she said clearly. “I do not seek dominion over your realm.” The angel’s eyes narrowed. “But I will not be ruled by it.” The statement echoed like a strike of steel. The angel raised one radiant hand. The sky behind them shifted — visions forming within the light. Cities reduced to ash. Kingdoms erased. Mortals overwhelmed.

“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.” The Creator’s large form wavers back and forth before mine. Unlike angels, The Creator has no true shape or gender. The Creator is light and darkness. The Creator just is. Some call him father and some mother. But there’s no acknowledgment of which is correct. The other archangel stands stall, his muscled body and sword arm stiff as he readies to attack. I try to see

The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him alive Suddenly raindrops trickled painfully, causing him to fall deeper Awareness of the world is pitying a young angel; paralysis of body and soul They take t

Both types of angles, however, are believed to have been created by God to protect humans. The word angel in the Hebrew Bible, Greek New Testament, and the Koran means 'a messenger of God'. The word simply denotes the duties of a messenger. The word does not describe any type name for the matter. Most of the time, in art, angels are depicted as humanoids with bird-like wings (white feathers) and halos. Often, they wore robes, and they were always shown amidst various kinds of shining lights.

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

***** I want the baby to grow and be good, even as a vampire, so I need to find him a good family, I fly around the city of England in my invisible form looking for a perfect family that desires a child, but it is harder than it looks, I just need a middle-class family not too rich and not to poor, I saw a church, where is best to look for a perfect family, I fly inside, I bask in its holiness, I love the holy ground, the church was empty, as I move around looking as the design of on the window, humans are really talented, I have not yet been assign to turn into a human, all Angels have to pass two tests before you because a higher rank angel, one, you have to be a guardian angel of a human

Every step towards the end of his direction, screams have been heard by the most death defying tones. The Banshee arrives. Fear runs up to every inch of the townsfolk spines. Hoping nothing but just to stop the wailing spirit to speak upon their deaths. The Grim Reaper continues his journey. He swung and laughed at every minute of his experience. Flutters of wings are suddenly witnessed along the dark skies. Azrael comes by to pick up his deliveries. Everyone ran and some were crushed by the stampede they created. It was a perfect timing for Azrael to claim the deaths one by one. Men. Women. Children. The Elderly. All faced their fates in the hands of the Angel of Death.