Angelic Whispers Novels & Stories

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

Andricia The trees whisper against each other sharing secrets that are carried by the wind. Maybe that is where myths come from. Whispers on the wind that the trees create. I try to remain focused but every movement heartbeat and breath grates on my nerves causing me to cringe. I grit my teeth and take another soothing deep breath letting it out on the whispers of wind that whisk away my growing agitation. How long has it been? Two or three hours? After being awoken by watchful eyes Gwen as I now know her name dragged me outside to start on my training. Cerberus wielding the flame isn't enough and they want me to be protected on all fronts. Which means I have to participate in angel training

A faint tremor rippled through the ground beneath their feet. Above them, the fracture twitched. Then something strange happened. A whisper. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. Seraphine heard it inside her head. A voice. Not a language she recognized… yet somehow she understood every word. Guardian… Her breath caught. The whisper felt distant, like an echo traveling across endless space. The door… is weakening. Seraphine staggered slightly. The Immortal immediately grabbed her arm to steady her. “You heard it,” he said quietly.

I took careful steps,as the crackle of fire filled my eardrums. There were hushed whispers as I approched that turned into screaming. I stepped in closer, and closer, something compelling me to move forward. When I stopped, the whispers turned into shouting, and I heard a pierced cry hurt my eardrums. "Enough." I commanded, the people coming into view. A grayed angel got down on one knee, a strange looking "human" following suit. I stared at them in disgust, walking to and fro, as my thoughts began to clear.

A minor spirit. A helpful entity. I never expected him. The words left my lips in a trembling whispers. I murmured Ancient syllables I barely understood. The circle ignited with black flames that did not burn as the temperature in the room dropped sharply, then spiked up with scorching heat. A low, guttural growl vibrated through the floorboards and straight into my bones. He rose from the circle. Azrael.

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.

It popped the little bubble she had created and let reality back in. “Close your eyes and focus on me, angel,” Zane whispered so quietly in her ear she almost missed it. But she did as he told her. She tried to turn her ears off and instead focus on the feel of Zane’s skin and his familiar scent.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. “Stay with me,” I begged. “Alana—look at me. Stay with me.” Her lips were wet with blood. I couldn’t hear anything beyond the roar in my ears. Sirens in the distance. Security scrambling. Gia shouting. Niko firing into the mezzanine. But all I saw was her. She touched my cheek. Her fingers were cold. “I’m here,” she whispered, barely audible. “No, don’t talk, save your strength-”