Angels In Stories Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and began speaking again. “So I found some old text that talked of a love story between two angels,” he said as he began searching for something on the table. He pulled out a book and skimmed it. “The two angels in question were Rachel and Lucifer,” he said, and I scoffed. He looked up at me with a disapproving look, and I shrugged with a grin. “Oh, come on,” I said, “Like we didn’t see that coming.” Elias chuckled while Aaron rolled his eyes. He shook his head and looked back down at the book.

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

Naya and Revi said. Rory sighed. “Right, I’ll tell you a story.” ~*~ When angels used to fly with mortals, heavens bestowed a lonely mortal who hated darkness a blessing to ascend to the abode of deities. That mortal was granted immortality from the deities who gave the blessings. Happiness started to light his soul and began to wander the world with the immortality he has. In his journey, he met a lot of mortals and some became his closest companions. He then started to explore the world with them.

And it was during this war that the corruption was infused, it started. Some Angels switched sides, those ones who became the devil's angels but then they could not exactly be called or still remained "angels" so they underwent a transformation. From the earliest times, these transformations were not or rather, could not be fully carried out perfectly so the transformed Angels turned out to be weird creatures which we had only heard about in stories and as myths.

I started to write down all of the possibilities. Then I went back to my book and tried to see if there was anything about emotions or feelings when I picked out certain passages. "Angels are beings of truth. They cannot lie to other creatures or humans, and their emotions are visible to all who speak to them." I paused for a moment. "But he lied to me before, or at least hid the truth when he refused to tell me what happened to him, so it can't be true..." I started to open other chapters, looking at folklore, myths, and anything that might give a clue. "Vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, fairies... Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm actually trying to figure out if the guy I'm involved with is

“You can't hide behind your sarcasm forever, little mortal. I know you're terrified- I hear your heart beating wildly, smell your fear on the air as cortisol races through your veins. It's all very endearing, like a kitten mewling for help in the clutches of a wolf.” “You're avoiding my question,” I said, voice wavering. His gaze was penetrating- there was nothing else to see beyond his haunting face. The rest of the night tunneled to blackness, losing its faint color in the cold light of his skin. “You know, angels were depicted with wings in religious art to symbolize their connection to the divine. Somewhere along the way, people mistook metaphor for fact, and the belief that angels

The Guardian gave a dramatic pause for effect, and then, started the lecture/ story on stars. Ever since time begun, the human world have been fascinated by two things, angels and stars. Angels move with a speed rivaling the speed of light, that it usually seems as though they teleport. But then, one by one, the angels disappeared, leaving the Guardians to tend to things. It was grueling and boring work, till the day a star fell. At first, fear reverberated throughout Eden, since only stuff from heaven could fall in Eden. The few Guardians approached the star cautiously, not knowing what exactly it was. On the top of the giant star, a sentence, simple and short in the sentence He knew we cou

She had to tell me what he was, what made him so special and what those things behind him were. “You’ve heard stories, right?” she said quietly. “About Angels? My breath caught. “Yes,” I replied. “Supernatural beings that protect the earth, they are in heaven with God, he is the all time supreme being.” “Humans,” she rolled her eyes. “Well, there's a little truth in it. The supreme one and all, after all, he's the one that cast demons here.” I nodded, soaking in all the information. “So he is—”

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”