Aphmau Angels Novels & Stories

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

"THEN FUCKING DO SOMETHING, NIMROD!" "I'LL GET HELP!" Daniel riffled through the drawers to his little pulpit and pulled out a key ring with a thousand keys on it. A couple of wafers of ambrosia fell out on the floor as I hunched down, screaming as my fingers blackened. Underneath was tanned skin, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. An ear fell off, and Daniel looked like he was going to vomit. "Oh fuck this!" Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead.

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

He says to my now red with rage brother who launches himself over the huge table, landing on Mammon he starts to punch him, but the laughing never stops as they continue to fight. A pop and blue light comes from behind me and without looking I know Topaz has just stepped through a portal. I turned to look at her, I can’t deny she is a beauty. Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor.

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I watch Linda frown but say nothing. The angel kings put their shirts and cloaks back on and we proceed down the road. * * * * * * Third Person's POV Thumas kneels in front of Lysandra's throne, surrounded by her coven. "I infiltrated the angel kings' close circle of friends and got the precious blood of their virtuous mate. I was your most loyal servant even when you doubted it because I pretended so hard," Thumas announces in a proud tone.

Some were trying to shoot the giant text in the sky. But then, the Seraphim arrived. The sky tore open again, this time with golden fire. ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS DETECTED. DEPLOYING ANTI-VIRUS COUNTERMEASURES. Three massive, golden angels—the Seraphim—descended from the tear. They were fifty feet tall, wielding swords of pure white light. They didn't land. They floated above the Plaza.

"Hey, Angel, wait!" Layon called after her but, she didn’t stop even as he added, "We should call Reebah again and let them know we've landed." "Why bother when we already know where they are?" Angel grumbled, not bothering to raise her voice because she knew his keen ears would hear her anyway. Within moments he had caught up with her, and Angel fought the urge to quicken her pace to get away from him because the truth was that she didn't really have a clue where she was going. Well, she knew where, but she had no clue how to get there, what with her never having left Dale before. In the human world, she was practically Amish.

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.