Angels In The Sky Book Novels & Stories

Altair and Aaron. Two bright stars on the endless sky that life is and can be. Two perfect little angel who just happened to hit a bit of a road bump right before they were even welcomed into the world. Born a bit too small and frail to be allowed to fly, the two little angels have been confined to secure chambers that helped them grow and develop their flight wings. Or at least, until they were ready to be taken home. That day came way too late.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

If only I can fly, she thought, letting out a deep sigh. It seems like the Angel had read her mind and he appeared right in front of her, grabbing both her hand, flying up. If she let go of him, she knows she was going to fall so she held on to his hand tight. "I didn't ask for this!" She screamed while they were still trying to get out of the leaves. "I know!" were the only respond she heard from The Angel aside from his laughter. Getting out of the leaves, she had calm down when her eyes focused on the blue sky and the view from below them. It is a little scary, making her hands sweat at how high they were.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

But why? “With the Angel is means the heavens will fall. The earth will still bleed.” Jadara speaks after some time. The sun has disappeared and I’m still sitting in the jungle listening to the animals and birds going about their lives like nothing is wrong on the ground. Life continues on while I’m stuck in a dilemma.

she announced with a bow "Tell her I will be with her shortly," Camila replied "Yes Ms Camila," she acknowledged and left. Camila got up to leave after excusing herself but Mrs Garcia took the small book from her before she left the balcony. "Now we can do that adult talk," Mrs Carter said "Don't give her that book and let's keep her out of all plans that are to the extreme," she added "We will not give each other up. She is young and in the heat of the situation she may spill," she pointed out

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.