Angelic Whispers Novels & Stories

🎧Oh Mystical Night, Envelope me🎧 🎧In shadows dark, and secret free🎧 🎧I call upon the Ancient ones🎧 🎧To guide my path, Beneath the moon's soft throne🎧 *Sniff... Sniff... 🎧The forest whispers, Ancient truth reveals🎧 🎧The wind carries, Mystics whispers feels 🎧 🎧The stars above, A twinkling sea🎧 🎧Reflecting dreams yet to be🎧 🎧Oh mystical Night, Envelope me 🎧 🎧In the shadows dark,and secret free🎧

He stepped forward and, unlike with the first man, I felt something from him, but it still wasn't a physical presence, more like a spiritual one. Something deep and meaningful resonated within me about this man but I couldn’t give a name to what it was. "Ada," the voice said in an air of authority that was clearly laced in anger. "You want to go with him? Even now? You want to…leave?" Somewhere deep inside sadness tugged at my heart as alarm bells rang in my mind. I was alarmed by this man's words, and at the same time saddened to the point where my heart ached. I marveled at it for a moment, as it was the clearest feeling I had had so far drifting in the darkness.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

My vampire senses were suddenly heightened, and I stood at attention. “I, Edith Whittaker, invoke the power of Azrael, the angel of death who separates souls from their bodies, loan to me your gifted touch so that I may do your Work. So, Mote, it Be!'' Oh sh*t. This is some legit stuff. I had only ever heard about witches, but I never got the chance to actually witness a ritual. It was interesting. As a creature of death, witnessing the manipulation of it is entertaining. Suddenly Alveric’s body levitated off the ground and began to spin really fast as though it was a centrifuge. Looking at it made me want to throw up and I was already dead. I could not imagine what he must be feeling right

His hand caught my wrist. Warm. Steady. Grounding. But even his touch couldn’t fully quiet the storm building inside me. I can hear them, I whispered. His expression shifted. Hear who? The Ancients. The words barely left my mouth before another wave slammed into me. Voices. Hundreds of them. Whispers layered over whispers. Ancient. Starving. Awake. Mine. I staggered slightly, and Azrael caught me before I could fall. His grip tightened around my waist instantly.