Angels Spell Novels & Stories

“I go by Mischief now.” Mischief grasped the Addict’s arm, swinging him to his feet and then in a wide arc. The angels’ wings wrapped around each other, as they slow danced to the song that had been played for me, close and intimate. Then the Addict purred. I blinked. Angels purred when they were happy…? Or maybe only when they were hard-on happy…? Either way, that was hot. “Zophia or Mischief, I care only that you’re here,” the Addict murmured. “The sorceres—”

“How do you have access to their magic?” All eyes turn on my mother as she squirms in place. “The spell that I used is old, but it is not that old.” She says, a look of concentration crossing her face. “I suspected that someone tampered with my spell, morphing it into the one that is affecting Remile at the moment.” Thoth turns back to Remiel, his head cocked to the side as he studies him once again. “Someone really wanted to drive this Angel mad.” He says, turning to look me in the eyes. “Someone old hold a grudge against him?” His brow raises in question.

He is suddenly picked up and thrown across the cave. ****************************************************************************** “Drake!! Drake!! Can you hear me?!” Angel stares at the hole he fell into. He then senses the damage Drake is taking. His own power starts to boil up in reaction to his dear friend’s pain. Angel closes his eyes, “No! No! No! NO!” He then starts to glow red and pulsate with intense power. The wind starts to gather around him, quicker, and quicker, till it’s a shrieking gale. He then screams a blood-curdling cry, releasing the energy; the wind slams everyone into the far wall. Angel floats in mid-air with jet-black wings and fiery red hair. His hands trans

As Selena walks into my room, I could see that she was exhausted, as I knew that this war was taking a toll on her, and I pray that my hunch is right for all our sakes. “There’s a reversal spell.” I tell her right away, but she shakes her head, before she says to me, “Angelica, I read Alatar’s grimoire front to back, multiple times. There is no spell within it.” “You’re right. There is no spell within it, because he hid the reversal spell within a different book.” Her eyes widened as I told her this, as the wrinkles on her forehead scrunched together, before she finally asks me, “What other book?”

but he ended up saying yes to her anyway. They started to spend a lot of time together, so much time that Damien forgot about Sean and forgot about the sleepy girl STILL in a barrier spell. Elizabeth wakes up and rubs her eyes, it seems to be late at night maybe even close to twelve in the morning. She looks around and remembered what happened, she starts to panic until she realizes the thing she is in is a protective barrier. She needed to find Damien though because she just remembered that there are angels with the intentions of a siren and he was the only male around here so far. She put her hands against the barrier and she inhaled then did the only spell she could do, "Mini Arch!" the s

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

I asked focusing all my attention to his answer. He nodded. “I discovered something in the spells. Each spell have a purpose and I found out that I could create a powerful spell through combinations which was prohibited by the heavens but I had the guts to defy them. I used all my energy to perfect the spell through trial and error and when I did I was overjoyed and used it right away not thinking of the consequences. While casting the spell the serene sky was devoured by dark clouds. It was a warning. A warning from the heavens but I kept going. I angered the heavens. Thunder roared all over the world, heavy downpour followed, and Angel Garbiel fell in front of me like a meteor. He showed m

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

The fire spread onto the curtains and bedsheets, quickly devouring the entire room. I gripped my daughter tightly on one arm while I raised my other arm. I can do this! My hand was trembling as I tried to do the spell. But even after a few minutes, nothing happened. “You no longer have your wolf, so you have also lost your powers.” Angela said as she stood to a side, staring at me. The fire didn’t touch her. “Since you are not willing to give up, I will let you choose your destiny. Just throw the child on the fire and the fire will stop.”

I can't lose my angel! *************************