Angels Spell Novels & Stories

I gritted my teeth and then said "You will have to pay for this Elena." "Really. Little mouse you are not going alive. Although you are a golden angel I am an old dark angel. I have practiced for so long. You can't escape from me." She signaled her shadows to capture us. Shadows started coming towards us. Suddenly we saw a swarm of fairies who flew near the shadows hypnotizing them. Shadows were still now hypnotized. Archangels killed them with an arrow. The demon attacked us and started hitting the angels. Angels tried defending and dodging the attacks

The only way to break it was to kill the demon. The angel completely took off the large cloak to reveal armor that looked like gold cloth, glowing under the hot sun. In her hands, she now held a large sword that was almost half her length. She took a step forward and looked at the circle before a frown drew on her face. “Such a vulgar and demonic spell. To use the life and blood of an innocent to create such a spell. It is no surprise you demons would trick a soul into taking such filthy measures. Today, I shall free this lost soul.” Finding a new resolve, she walked closer to the circle.

Frugiel begged as he reached for the angel only to be held back by an invisible force. “Tell us who is the charge who performed a purification spell here and I’ll make sure your friend will be safe from Leviathan.” I said and glanced over Lev and the angel who is probable under his spell already. I looked back at the angels who still seemed hesitant. “You better hurry. Leviathan looks famished.” “You demons are the worse.” Frey glared at us, biting hi slower lip and looking away. “It was Metatron.” Both Lev and I shared confused glances and I motioned him to let the angel go—which he immediately did and unbound him from the spell, which left the poor guy gasping. The others immediately went

She felt sorry for him. "In order to stop the creatures from killing us, the elders made a decree. Shadow warriors would be paired with dark angels",Xavier continued. "Dark Angels are extremely powerful creatures, almost as powerful as the Shades. They have the power to see past, present and future. They can communicate with spirits and have the power of nature in their palms. When a dark angel pairs with a Shade, they become stronger and indomitable, thereby making it difficult for the stronger creatures to slaughter us. A union between a Shadow warrior and a dark angel makes them stronger than the strongest creatures"

Two men stood behind him silently like shadows. The older man sighed softly, almost apologetically. “Sorry, Princess.” The powerful yet terrifying energy around him suffocated the air faintly, and Angela instantly understood that he had broken Damon’s spell. Before she could process anything else, a bloodied rogue wolf was hurled through the air, landing near her with a thud. Angela gasped and scrambled backward in horror. Another rogue body came crashing down on her other side. “Stop it!” she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut.

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.

"Was there ever a doubt? Angels may be old blood, but they've not advanced past the children that they've always been." "Such is usually the case with mortals," she replied lightly, bringing her involvement with the spell to a close. Jonathan could see the magic swirling around in an almost helix-like fashion, just waiting for the last few ingredients—instructions on what to do—and for a host to perform that purpose on. Air crossed her arms as Jonathan continued to examine the cradle. "Are you sure you wish to do this, Jonathan? Creating a wolf from an angel . . . it will not be easy."

Ted said and I watched as Angel's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Did you just call me a nerd?" she asked while glaring at Ted. He shrugged and pointed to me. "Do it" he ordered and Angel huffed in annoyance. "He said that if I don't want to, it's okay" she backfired. "He's dumb" Ted simply said and my eyes narrowed on him. "He's not!" Angel said, sticking her tongue out at Ted at a five year old girl would do. "You are too!" Ted said mimicking Angel and Rachel laughed at him.

My body moved, looking all around at all the dead, ready to bring them to live so they could end this war they started, kill their own. “ This is dark, even for us.” Angel spoke yet she was walking into the circle while saying this. We held hands, knowing that we might not survive the spell yet holding tight anyway. Our eyes roamed over each other, heads nodding. I would sacrifice this life to protect the people I loved. I sighed, thinking of the queen. I loved her as stupid and irritating as she was. Good thing she would never know this or I would die a second death. A smile crept on my face, Glenda starting the spell because only she knew it. We followed, saying it over and over again as t

He never met a person like himself before and maybe that’s why he was always so harsh on himself. “Won’t you ask about smiting and spell casting?” She asked him, looking at him curiously. “I don’t know any spell and there’s nothing to know about smiting.” He shrugged. “You don’t have to know about spells to cast a spell. We’re not witches, son. We are angels. All we have to do is just think. Like, think of making one feel good about themselves. Changing their emotions. Blessing them with something or taking something away without harming them. You can do that. That’s spell casting.” She spoke. He just let out a ‘wow’.