Angelic Virtues Novels & Stories

I will watch over you. A sudden memory flashed in my head. It was blurry, the voice barely a whisper in my head, but I heard it. Artemy’s voice, whispering to my ears once. Sleep, Angel. I will watch over you. I didn’t even have a chance to react because Artemy continued speaking. “The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. T

That is why finding someone who is compatible with us is so important* *Angels, especially those of Michael’s rank, however, do not have this problem. Their greatest strength is their unprecedented power, not their wisdom. They know much, but all they know comes directly from the Creator and is not their own wisdom. So, they aren’t bound by it. Their power on the other hand, can easily be abused. So, God placed a restriction on them in this regard. They cannot use their power without his consent. Just like stars cannot give out information without His consent*

Just the faint scent of incense lingering in the air and the soft tick of the old clock in the vestry. “I am not blaming you, Angela,” I answered calmly. “I am telling you the truth. You cannot claim to be righteous for a sin you have never been tempted by. That is not virtue. That is ignorance.” Her lips parted. A small, incredulous breath escaped. “So because I have not acted on every stray thought, I am ignorant? Because I have kept myself pure—” “You have not kept yourself pure,” I interrupted gently. “You have simply avoided the battlefield. Purity is not the absence of temptation. It is the victory over it.”

She took a deep breath and walked closer to me. “Alex… there’s something you don’t know about Daimon’s mother… She didn’t just defy him, she defied everything she stood for…Angels are pure beings, Alex. They don’t fight, they don’t kill, and they certainly don’t harm their own blood” She paused, her voice growing heavier. “By using her powers against her own son, Daimon’s mother broke one of heaven’s most sacred laws” My confusion deepened. “What does that mean? What are you saying?” Her gaze held mine, sorrow etched in her features.

So, having more than one wife and lover isn't a sin if they all belong to you is it? "No, it's in the Bible so it can't be a sin. All the men you mentioned were heroes of the Bible." "That's right and can I tell you a secret? Something no one else has been told yet?" "What?" "Last night in a vision I met three angelic beings who work for God. They are the angels that direct destiny. They told me two important things. First, I'm an agent of God I'm his agent of Vengeance. That's why I was at the church today. Delivering vengeance on the evil men running the church and hurting people in God's name. But the second thing they told me was that I would have four wives and lots of other women who w

he rumbled with laughter but before Angel could protest, he began to shake his head, "I've never been with Fuchsia but her sister Violet, well, let's just say they both took a shine to me." Angel barely managed to stifle the angry growl that threatened to erupt from deep within her chest. The thought of him being with anyone else made her want to rip something or somebody to shreds. It was only reminding herself that he wasn't hers to protect that had managed to stop her from warning Fuchsia off. Trying to make herself appear nonchalant, Angel rolled her eyes and scoffed, "You’ll never change."

His holder is the most significant person in the dimension Ophuchus created, thus his existence is both a threat and salvation for Ophiuchus' plan knowing his capabilities and strong bond with his holder which is one of the keys to Ophiuchus plan to succeed. VIRGO- Commanding the primary element of the wind, she is the 9th ark angel with the image of a maiden who pledges her loyalty and guardianship to everything God created. Her mirrored life and existence centers to the original holder as the shard heart and soul of the time and space dimension princess and the flame-fire price.

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

"Yes, Father. Thank you, Father." "But... what we're here to talk about..." he looked embarrassed, "is the angel that you say you have seen." He stood up and leaned his back against the mantelpiece before he went on, looking straight into the young girl's face. His demeanor took on the aspect of one about to preach a sermon. "Immaculata," he said thoughtfully, "all of us, when our spiritual life is just beginning, tend to focus on the more dramatic, external aspects of the holy Church. Statues, buildings, angels, signs and miracles... things that are really only symbols of something much deeper. Take this Sacred Heart painting, for instance," he turned around and motioned towards the shrine

“I mean, I’m not such a dummy that I think we can smuggle Mischief into hospital, but surely there must be a doctor who deals with supernaturals? You know, like a vet for angels?” Anthony’s look had been cool; for the first time, I’d realized just how ancient he was. “Angels don’t become sick. You may only harm our heads or our hands. We fear little else but fire. What afflicts Mischief cannot be cured like a disease because it’s magical. It’s an attack on the Gateways.”