Angelic Power Novels & Stories

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Natalia also gave her a nod before leaving. “What’s your preliminary assessment of her?” “Her magic was no doubt powerful but it felt so strangely unfamiliar. It was very pure but the influence on it is not similar to the influence on our magic as a whole. Well, it would be quite a problem if she becomes the saintess because it would be hard for god to accept her with such magic” “I don’t think so. The influence of her magic comes from angels” “Angels? They’re divine beings that guard heaven” “Yes. Their magic is innately different from that of gods because it belongs to heaven itself. Even if it’s our god, he would have no other choice but to accept her magic. By using the magic of angels,

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.

Cillian’s eyes narrow as he tries to disregard possible threats. “Maybe… the Angels?” “You mean, the Demons?” “However you want to call them—Angels or Demons— the reality remains the same: They wield a powerful aura. Some, depending on their age or rank, are stronger than us.” Zerdan articulates. “Fuck.” Cillian and Gio swear at the same time.

I knew He was watching me from above, waiting for my decision. I closed my eyes and thought about Alexandra. The sight of her being near Elliot or any other being, outraged me. I cleaned the line on my side and increased its size. To me I was not becoming a demon. I was only increasing my boundary. *** The greatest power any being possesses is the power of choice. Once that is taken from a being, it becomes weak. It feels controlled and inferior to those around it. God gave humans this greatest power. But He didn't limit it to humans alone.

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

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.

‘’it seemed the power had been awaken. My father’s eyes widened In shock. ‘’yes, alpha king,’’ the angel continued. ‘’This means that someone had gotten hold of the power and my angvels had figured out where they are hiding and I am going to find them and take the orbs power. If you want me to help you then you will also help me in finding the orb.’’

No voice had spoken yet. And yet, everyone already listened. Aurelian did not move. He stood as he always had. Composed. Unquestioning. But somewhere beneath that stillness, something remained. A memory. A moment. A feeling that had not left. It stayed. Unresolved. The Archangel raised its hand. The entire space responded. Light bent inward, focusing, condensing into a presence that carried authority beyond anything else. Then it spoke. “By the will of the Creator.” The words did not echo.

ANGELA. I was walking in the school hallway going to our classroom when I suddenly saw a tall man with a black backpack worn over his left shoulder walking ahead of me. Just by the way that he walks and the way he wore his bag, and of course from his all-black outfit, I think I already know who he is. It’s Lucifer. I’m really happy that he’s starting to attend our classes again. After all, even if he’s already intelligent and he seems not to have any reasons to study anymore because his family is already rich, I think it’s still important to go to school to learn things that one cannot get anywhere.