Angelic Virtues Novels & Stories

He was better off a corpse. The Heavenly Realm says that when an angel breaks the divine rules, he/she becomes a Fallen Angel. These rules were simple actually. Stay invisible to humans, refrain from touching them, guide them, report to our immediate assigned Saint, always be on guard against evil, fight against demons if it was a must, and the list goes on... There were two things however that was the most important of all these rules and that was to never get attached to humans and never use the divine powers to hurt them.

Pink colored divinity encircled the unstable concoction of the present binding magic, and then an angel appeared. The angel who acted on time possessed a beauty unmatched. No other gods or immortals present in the battlefield could compete with her in gracefulness and exquisiteness. In a word, she is a goddess from the heavens sent down to this void realm to show all and everyone what picture true loveliness really is.

I try to push through. It pushes back harder. “You’re forcing polarity,” Matteo snaps. “Correction,” the angel says calmly. “I’m revealing it.” Aidan’s breathing stays even. Good. Good. Don’t spike. “Love is not a trinity,” the angel says gently. “It’s a vector.” I glare at him. “You don’t understand human attachment.” He smiles slightly. “I understand amplification.” The silhouettes sharpen. I feel it. The hum under Aidan’s skin begins to rise.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Caspian asked as I moved away slightly. “What am I supposed to feel, knowing my twins are at the center of this cosmic struggle?” I asked as I looked to everyone for some kind of direction. “Many others have had those questions when the Universe or Divine chooses them.” King Lucifer said, slowly standing up from his seat. “And what did they feel?” I asked, wanting to know more. King Lucifer’s gaze softened. “Fear, uncertainty, and hope,” he said. “You’re carrying the embodiment of Virtues—their existence is rare and powerful.” He finished saying as I began trying to get up.

My voice echoed through the vast hall. Leonardo stepped forward and began reading out Victor’s charges. “Victor Medici, for rejecting the Donna due to her past imprisonment and publicly going against his own vows; that is betrayal. When Elder Nazzolini raised a reasonable objection regarding the choice of Donna, Victor Medici abused his authority as Don and shot him on the spot; that is brutality. When Vincenzo fabricated news of the Donna’s death, Victor panicked and was completely unable to make rational decisions; that is incompetence.” With every charge Leonardo read, Victor’s face grew paler. However, he never defended himself. He just stared at me with bloodshot eyes, as if none of thi