Angels Theory Novels & Stories

Looping around Tony’s neck like instinct. Without that anchor, Angel would’ve melted—right there—into the floor. His heart was way past thundering now. It felt like there was a strong nuclear force inside it. Something atomic. It quarks. And its binding. And heavy. Impossible to stop. Like a force of nature. Tony’s hands were already on his own dress shirt. Tugging at the buttons like they are a hindrance. One popped off. Two. Tony didn't care. Angel didn't either.

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.” “I will!” Victor shouted immediately. “I’m willing to accept your judgment, Rachel, as long as I get to stay by your side!” I nodded. “I’m a fair person. That depends on whether everyone here is willing to give you that chance.” The elders looked at him in silence. “No one objects!” Victor’s face lit up with hope. “I request–” “I object!” Chiara objected. She walked straight up to Victor and spat in his face. Her eyes were red as she glared at him.

But today we plan on it. We are both curious to see if by telling him the story of Lucian and Amon, if that will trigger any memory. Angels apparently can remember their past lives if they've lived before. Angels are immortal, the only way they die is if they're killed. And sadly all of them have been killed. Which is why none of them are old, and also the reason they're so few. According to the books, since an Angel is immortal, when they find their mate. Their mate becomes immortal too once they complete the mating and mark each other.

What was the stuttering feeling in his heart as if it was sprinting to match the speed of her heart? Azak shook his head. He had seen Aurora with Art and he knew that she certainly liked him. So there was no reason to think about it over and over and confuse himself over such a small misstep. It was just a temporary glitch. he would survive it, wouldn't he? He had survived five hundred years of solitude and boredom and tedious routines. He had often complained about it, but then that was his life. That was why he was made, that was why every angel were made, to serve for God and God's favorite pets - Humans. Angels didn't have any free will like humans. Angels couldn't choose who to become G

I am the room. I catch flashes of what I look like now through some of the many eyes that make up my new form: Four enormous, interconnected wheels. Four massive wings. Every surface covered in unblinking, glowing eyes—each one watching, judging, balancing. I'm not an archangel. The angels lied. And somehow, that’s allowed. Because it was "God’s will." No. I’m not an archangel. I’m a Throne. There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels)

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’