Angels Theory Novels & Stories

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

I said. I could see Rowen piecing things together, then anger flashed through his eyes. “Those dirty fucking Angels.” He muttered under his breath. “So what is their endgame? Why would they fake us out like that?” He asked. I just shook my head. “I have no idea, it doesn't make sense.” I replied, furrowing my brow. “Maybe we are going about it all wrong? Maybe the Angels aren't working with The Others at all? Maybe they have their own agenda and we keep thinking they are one and the same. The Others want to open a portal between The Otherside and our realm. The Angels have spoken about that, yes, but no one can do anything until the creature from this realm we are currently in, is released a

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on." "Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that t

Jasmine was so kind and accepting of everyone, it only made sense they were together. Theo had asked Art about ‘angels’ and if he had ever heard of anything like that in the shadow world. He was as confused as the rest of us. The angels abandoned the earth a long time ago. The humans and other species killing each other off because of differences was the final straw before desertion. “Angel” Nikola’s sweet voice cooed in my direction. “Yess..” I drew out smiling. “I have one last gift for you. Though we may need to postpone, I would still like to present it.” He said causing me to giggle in anticipation.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

"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.

“I mean, I’m not such a dummy that I think we can smuggle Mischief into hospital, but surely there must be a doctor who deals with supernaturals? You know, like a vet for angels?” Anthony’s look had been cool; for the first time, I’d realized just how ancient he was. “Angels don’t become sick. You may only harm our heads or our hands. We fear little else but fire. What afflicts Mischief cannot be cured like a disease because it’s magical. It’s an attack on the Gateways.”

“It basically says that if God doesn’t want his angels to be with humans, he punishes them. Back in ancient times, angels came down and mated with humans, causing the birth of giants. When God found out, he cast those angels out of Heaven.” Ava closed her eyes, “I heard a little of that from Az. He admitted that he may have been one of those angels, but God made him into what he is today. But;” she glanced around for a moment before going on, "it seems that he has been getting permission to be with me.” Mavis gaped at her friend; before replying, “For your sake, I hope so.” She glanced towards the clock, “We should start heading for class, I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Look, I knew what I was getting into when I started this. And I certainly didn’t risk my life for him to lose his. It was pure luck that I escaped the implosion and collapsing roof at Ceto’s palace. Otherwise any talk of Logan coming here would be moot.” Mariana swam over and started picking up Angel’s mess. “But see? Your survival could be divine interven-tion. The gods staged that oil spill so Rod wouldn’t be able to convene The Council until today. They wanted you to live.” Angel snorted. “If the gods had wanted me to survive so badly, they would have allowed emergency Travel Chamber usage to go anywhere I wanted instead of only one direction—home. I’d be in Florida with him, instead of