Angels Spell Novels & Stories

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

"Yes, she cursed that, 'there will come a day, when I too will use the dark magic like they did'. But I laughed at her face and killed her without remorse. Warrior Angels were created to punish and restore peace, and I was doing just that. Later on my way back, I found a book. I took it with me back to heaven. I kept it aside and forgot about it for a while. One day I accidentally came across the book, it was opened wide to a page. I read the words on the page out loud. It turned out to be a spell that will leave all my fellow Angels in a sleep-like state. I don't know about it then, but later I found out that it is a dark spell to control others. The Lord above aka your God found out abou

Hearing the word beautiful life, the Angel's last string of determination collapsed as she became all frantic and started throwing spells and started using her powers on Tian Tian and Gu Shen without focusing on them. Luckily, both of them had learned long ago that spirits are irrational. They can be really good to you if they are good but, if they get angry, they could be worse as well. Tian Tian and Gu Shen already expected this outcome and this was what they knew would be helping them in achieving their goals. Gu Shen had used his power to create an invisible barrier in front of him and Tian Tian blocked all the magic and spells from Angel. "Who are you? What are you both? " Looking at a

It was in front of every single being alive on the planet. They say that it is the power of the blood that keeps this planet alive. Fishes in the oceans, and the other creatures on the lands, were the reason this planet was still alive. The power inside their blood was incompatible. Each droplet of blood contains the power to bring new things to life. Or if used for the darker purposes, it had the power to destroy the whole world within a few seconds. Angel Azrael and Angel Raphael were sent to eliminate the witches who discovered the power of sacrificial magic. One of the most dangerous magical spells of all. That was the reason why the angels were sent to kill the witches who practised the

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

A deathly aura surged out as soon as the ruler of hell appeared, enveloping Angie. The old woman widened her eyes in terror, struggling with all her might. However, the ruler of hell had already reached its hands out, entering her body before retracting. A pale, ghostly figure seemed to be slowly pulled out of Angie's body. Angie looked nothing but terrified, letting out a feeble wail. "How! How were you able to use Corpse Condemnation?" Yet just as the words left her lips, Angie keeled over lifelessly. Corpse Condemnation was a Higher Order spell.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

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.