Novel & Cerita Angels Of Silence

My chest is hurting when I hear them talk about my mates like that. “They need to shut the fuck up! Or I am coming out to kill them!” I heard Angelica say not Angelstar. Angelica is the quiet and friendly verse of Angelstar. But not today, she was pissed off and she wanted out and she wanted blood. Oh, fuck, oh no. I needed to stop them from saying anymore before I crashed out the stalk door and killed them. I was holding my breath and I took my hands over my ears to block them out. For about five minutes I didn’t hear talking or anything. So, I let go of my ears and opened my eyes. I peeked out in the crack of the door. I didn’t see them around.

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

I clung to his arm, seeking comfort in the warmth that remained despite the cold reality of his comatose state. In that quiet room, surrounded by the sterile scent of medical equipment, I bared my soul to Angel. The weight of my unspoken words hung in the air, an uncharted territory that I now traversed in the hope that he could somehow hear me, even in the depths of his unconsciousness.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

The silence after my question wasn't peaceful—it pulsed, heavy and wrong, pressing against my skin like an invisible hand tightening around my throat. Angela’s fingers twitched where they hung by her side, her eyes flickering to Damian, then to Elder Rowan, as though trying to measure who would speak first. No one did. That was answer enough.

Amy: "Dear I understand how you might be feeling. But dear this is one of the rules of Angelina. As an angel, you are not supposed to eat food or drink water. You might have seen you didn't felt thirsty or hungry since morning." She is right. I didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Casie: "Ok. I have seen many horror movies as kids. I don't mean to frightened you but just out of curiosity I wanted to ask. So are their dark angels as well?" Amy and Sam's facial expression turned from cheerful to worried. Amy sighed and said, "Yes there are dark angels also in reality who stays in Demonalia Den." Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from dem

A flapping sound caught her attention as Penny shot up, a large pair of blue-black wings fanned out behind her as she hovered a few feet off the ground. “Fucking what?! Branded her? SHE’S A CHILD GODDAMNIT!” Penny eyes had a dangerous glint in them as her fury spiked. Lissa had stilled at Bellamy’s side as she stared at Penny, frozen with fear. Thea placed a gentle hand on Penny’s arm as she tried to pull her to sit back down. “Penny, you’re scaring Lissa…” Penny’s furious gaze softened as she looked at Lissa, she dropped back onto her feet with a light thud and her wings tucked back, disappearing behind her.