Angelic X Novels & Stories

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.

I told him as if reminding him not to forget a thing, not a person who could decide for himself whether he would want to go or not. Frank was about to steer the car away from Heaven Avenue when he slowed down again after hearing me clear my throat. He glanced at me, waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath as I looked outside the street, seeing two teenagers laughing while walking on the pavement. “Are you sure you met all the Angelas working in this area?” “Yep,” he answered as he continued driving. “I even met girls with names Angelica, Angelou, Angel-” “Just a yes or no, Frank,” I said impatiently, cutting him.

"You scare me, Uncle Salax." Both Ally and her mom laughed. Nyxie left the room, going down the hall. It was ironic that out of all the gods, Elly feared Salax. Len could kill but nope, that wasn't scary. Salax was the scary one. Although it seemed that Salax preferred to be feared. Elysium turned to Erys and the two talked about who was to be trained. He relayed that Damien was a pyrokinetic angel, Kanna was a shadow controlling demon, and Ally was a fire angel. They were quite the group of kids. Somewhere in the training arrangements, Elly fell asleep in Elysium's arms. He took her to her room and laid her down to sleep.

Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more Wanting for more "Did you miss me, my angel?" He says in his hoarse voice. I can’t lie to him this time. He already finds a way to control my body. My whole body was born with his Dangerous Passion. Phone ringing Angel reaches her hand to the dresser where her phone is. She takes the phone and answers it when she covers herself all over with a blanket. "Hello," she says when she is still sleepy "Angel, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you." Her friend said to her

Of course, not in person. Angelic owns a construction company, even though she is still an engineering student. She has a poor relief program, in which she rebuilds abandoned buildings so that the homeless have a place to live. Friendly, I would say. I still haven't seen her. Security is professional and well trained, covering the entire perimeter and even preventing him from being seen. The car has tinted and armored windows. No social media or internet photos. It's all part of a protocol, some say she takes risks that no one else takes.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

He was like God’s perfect creation. She had not seen him since yesterday night, when he came back, her heart tightened again. “Daddy!” Angel had been happy to have seen Henry, “Daddy, Mommy said I should use the name Angel Xander, but I think Little Angel sounds just fine. I like that name.” Angel said while she gave him puppy eyes. “Angel, the word comes from Greek, Angelos. It means messenger of God, an agent acting as a messenger and envoys between Heaven and Earth by God’s will.” Henry smiled and explained, “Angel is a nice name.”

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”