Angelic Whispers Novels & Stories

And that’s why I’d find the person that tried to tear us apart by kidnapping me and make them pay. The water lapped gently against the porcelain, the candles flickering low. I leaned back into him, breathing in his scent. His thumb brushed my lower lip, and he whispered, “You’re everything, Angel.” And for a moment, the world outside the bathroom didn’t exist at all.

Her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw; his hands mapping the contours of her back. Clothing peeled off, piece by piece, each one dropped like an additional layer of armor they both shed. Skin met skin, and fire between them built like a crescendo awaiting explosion. When they came together, it wasn't just physical. It was emotional, spiritual—two shattered spirits trying to find comfort in the devastation. Sienna arched into him, gasping, eyes locked on his. Ethan rode with her, every ride a silent promise. They didn't speak much. They didn't need to. Bodies communicated in gasps, in shivering breaths, in hushed reverence of knowing this meant something more than either could say out loud

"There are wards, cloaking spells, and ancient angelic protections known to the archives. I'm transmitting the schematics now. They're complex, they require immense focus and power to maintain, but they are your only chance of traversing the Maw without being swarmed." Ava's phone pinged several times. She scrolled through something, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Looks like a lot of cosmic knots and prayer beads. I'll need a few minutes to translate this angelic gibberish into something usable. And Misha, your raw power will be essential for weaving these. Think of it as… spiritual camouflage. Damon, your hellfire might also offer a unique frequency, a distortion field against their s

Angelica prowled closer, hips rolling, the predatory grace of a big cat stalking a half-dead rabbit. “The celestial being growing inside you cannot be allowed to remain with you,” she said. Her voice was cold, clinical, but edged with a hunger that sent ice needles up my spine. “You were never the point, you know. You were just a vessel the gods designed to build the one thing capable of ending me.” She planted her foot and waved her hand. “But they forgot—” her lips curled up, showing her white teeth, “—that I was always better at this game.”

If I am possessing the kind of beauty that an innocent angel has, Monette is far different from mine because hers is the complete opposite. "I am sorry." Natigil ako sa aking pag-iisip nang marinig ko ang mga katagang iyon mula sa isang taong labis kong kinaiinggitan. Ang akala ko'y nagkamali lamang ako ng dinig dahil medyo malayo-layo rin naman ang distansiya mula sa kanila papunta sa amin na naka pwesto sa may gilid na lamesa.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

Letting her eyes wander idly, she extended her right wing out and over the couch, the feathers brushing his shoulder lightly. "You don't have to be so far away," It was a sort of invitation. The mask, the gloves- at times like this, it felt like everything about him was locked away. They kept him out of her grasp- his very existence like tempting whispers. He reminded her of a sort of angel- the less idealized, graceful vision that was painted upon church walls. He was the stone ones that rested over little bodies- the ones that moss grew upon like sashes. 'Talk to me, and I will listen- cry to me, beg to me, confess to me', somehow, that was what the statues spoke upon the dewy graves she u

Angel says sarcastically before quickening her pace. "Hey! Wait for us, Angel!" Ted shouts as she is already a bit far from us. She ignores Ted and puts on her earphones again, blocking us from her world. She's one annoying and feisty little thing. She opens the door of the gym and walks in. We follow, and I poke Justin.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.