Angelic Poetry Novels & Stories

Angelic sits on me, resting her head on my chest, inhaling my fragrance. -"You have a divine aroma," she exclaims passionately. This woman can take me from heaven to hell with five words. -"just like you" I murmur remembering your smell, your aroma, your perfume that exudes in every part of your body, leaving me intoxicated. Angelic lifts her face, and I can capture something less pure in her gaze. She brings her lips closer to my mouth, and slowly pulls my lower lip into her mouth, sucking deeply. Oh shit! I feel her effects on the crown of my cock. Her lips move to the side of my face, my chin, passing over my stubble, stimulating her senses.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

She parted her lips slowly and sang. “Mountains and valleys, our howls always reach them. Pouring our hearts into this world for her gifts and... Stable and peaceful forever, she keeps it. But she is gone, and this void only deepens. Touching so gently yet wipes even stars. Gone in a blink and returns in a bod. Holy she is, and unholy she falls. But who, in the end, will be one with a god?” I and the other two girls remained quiet, staring at Angela. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the looks on our faces.

They’re all shouting at the angels to let me go. And then they appear. An entire host of angels. They’d been invisible this whole time—cloaked until they struck. Now they’re everywhere, surrounding us, and attacking. Gods clashing with divine warriors, chaos erupting below me. And I can’t move. Above me, a pinprick of light grows—bright, blinding, sacred. It pulses like it’s alive. Warmth creeps into my body. It’s meant to be calming, holy, divine.

Phoenix exploded from me, a flash of shadow and power, and for the first time in years, I felt vulnerable. Not because I was weakened. But because she was here. And she was mine. ⸻ I watched from inside Phoenix’s mind as Angel rose. Gods, she was beautiful. Pure crystal white, radiant and agile, every movement poetry. She moved like she knew him. Like she’d been waiting for him just as long. When she circled Phoenix and left her mark—soft, sacred—I felt the tremor all the way down to my soul. And Phoenix… He was undone.

Rubble tumbled, men screamed, and the courtyard’s survivors scattered in terror. Nyra’s eyes blazed. “Hold... ” A white light split the sky. Wings of silver and gold unfurled above the Citadel’s walls, casting a halo of brilliance that banished the smoke. Every sword froze. Every heart skipped. The angel descended, massive, radiant, strides measured as though the earth itself bowed beneath him. He touched down in the center of the courtyard, unharmed by debris, unblinking in starlit dawn. His armor shimmered with celestial runes; a halo of living light circled his brow. He carried no weapon, yet his presence was a storm waiting to break.

Angelica prowled closer, hips rolling, the predatory grace of a big cat stalking a half-dead rabbit. “The celestial being growing inside you cannot be allowed to remain with you,” she said. Her voice was cold, clinical, but edged with a hunger that sent ice needles up my spine. “You were never the point, you know. You were just a vessel the gods designed to build the one thing capable of ending me.” She planted her foot and waved her hand. “But they forgot—” her lips curled up, showing her white teeth, “—that I was always better at this game.”

The intense assortment of yellow, orange and pink colors all over the sky with the fiery orange sun going below the water, rays of pink, orange and yellow reflected on the water. ******

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.