Angels Of Silence Novels & Stories

And when they finally collapsed into each other—panting, sweating, shaking—their trembling slowly subsided. The world... went quiet again. But it wasn't the silence of suppression or fear. It was the silence of those moments when two souls—a demon's and an angel's—truly become one. And they know: there is no going back. The quiet of the room slowly filled with afterglow. The sheets lay tangled and worn around the two bodies, which for the first time in many moments began to breathe separately again. Kael lay on his back, sweat-soaked, wings spread against the wooden floor, while Rea rested her head on his chest. Her wings loosely draped around them, as if still trying to protect what had jus

Nahamani almost rolled her eyes. “Ahh yes, it has been”. The angels then went into a moment of silence. Carshena stared right at them, not taking her eyes off and Nahamani did the same while Beth’s eyes darted between them both. The tension in the room was getting thicker and the room suddenly felt empty and small despite the presence of over a hundred angels. Finally, Nahamani broke her eyes from the stare and scoffed lightly, she would have sworn for a moment that Carshena smirked in response. “What do you want?”

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

It glowed faintly within her hands as it lead them through the winding corridors and vast halls towards the one they sought. These baby angels weren't terribly quiet, not as much as they should have been given the situation they had placed themselves in. They thought themselves invisible—untouchable—but nothing could be further from the truth. Their very species was verging on extinction with only a few thousand remaining, and still these children dared to come into the belly of the beast.

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

****** **UNKNOWN LOCATION** In a dimly lit room, Chris sat staring out into the quiet. The air was heavy with tension, and the shadows seemed to stretch long across the floor. He wasn’t alone for long, though. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and soon, The Angel walked in, his presence filling the room with a quiet authority.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

By uniting what should have remained separate, she had silenced the world’s natural discord. And the universe, desperate for chaos, had answered with The Silence. --- The Council of Shadows The surviving Priests of Dawn gathered in secret, whispering prayers to forgotten gods. Some blamed Kimberly. Others claimed she was the Silence incarnate. When she entered the chamber, their murmurs ceased. “You think hiding will save you?” she asked quietly. The eldest priest—his hair pure white—rose slowly. “You’ve brought the end, Keeper. You’ve made the world too still. Creation requires motion, and motion requires noise.”