Angels And Demons Book Novels & Stories

This story about love between an Angel and a human. This world made with innumerable magic and history. which is manage by God and Angeles. This story about an angel one of them. One day some Angeles talked about the earth. some of there traveled on the earth and they shared their experienced to each other.There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth.

she said, surprised. “Yes, that... Madaraya, and that demon prince Zerberus,” I said, and she was even more confused. “They are not included in the book I gave; who is that?” I was confused by her question, and I didn’t know what to say. First of all, I don’t even know who those angels are. I kept thinking about where they came from and it made me feel the pain in my head. “Then who are they?” I asked her.

said Ken. Lilith's smile widened behind her mask, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Very astute of you," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm. "But I can assure you, I have no connection to the Devils of the Red Moon. My interests lie elsewhere." "And what if they are against humanity?" Emilia questioned. "Oh, I have nothing to do with saving or destroying humanity and stuff. I am just taking back what belongs to me, stolen by those devils, and I have got nothing against your organization Angels of the Burning Sun. I just see them as some wishful idiots," she replied.

Knees still on the bunched up bed cover and sheets. ‘It started to hurt…’ making his face grimace a bit. But his body was still frozen—not listening to his brain. Then the demon struck first—diving in. Like a man diving head first into temptation. His hands clamped around Angel’s nape, dragging him forward into a kiss that felt like the whole damned universe was being shoved down his throat. His mouth was ruined—raw, messy, full of everything unsanitary and dangerous—and yet Angel kissed him back—with wild abandon.

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

"Because it is a shameful matter." The two stopped in the garden and sat down. "The universe is a very vast place Azazel. Demons used to be angels who served the gods in Heaven. But then something happened, some angels weren't satisfied with serving the gods. They planned a revolt, unfortunately for them their revolt failed. They were banished to earth with their families." "And those fallen angels and their descendants became demons." Theodore said in realization. "Yes." "So if angels are more powerful than demons, does that mean that gods are even more powerful?"

"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.

With this devil who knew every weakness she had. “You are soaking,” he murmured. “Tell me what you want.” “You.” “Not yet.” He stood. She dropped to her knees, watching as he stripped. Shirt. Pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He stroked himself slowly while she stared, hunger twisting deep. “You are too perfect for your own good,” he said. “I missed you, kitten.” “You are going to ruin me again.” “Without question.” He stepped closer. “But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.”

He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.