Aquarius Angels Novels & Stories

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

Sebastian's mouth quipped into a smile. “Is that right?” He asked, teasingly. Raphaella gasped. “I can't believe you have the guts to joke or laugh at this moment,” Raphaella said in an accusing tone. “Well, why can't I joke or smile, Miss Mendel?” Sebastian asked, acting clueless. Raphaella shook her head in dismay. “Forget it.” She rested her head back on the seat and closed her eyes, Sebastian smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere.

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

“Well as time goes by and there are more life on this planet, that my father finally agreed that I could use more help. So, now I have four other angels working with me.” “I’m surprise that my uncle Elohay would have noticed that you were needing help.” “Well, he couldn’t ignore all the lives that are lost around the world in a day, and that’s not even counting the souls of animals or insects. So, now I’m getting help from Yami, Loralai, Ahimoth, and also Arius.” “So, are you willing to be on my side?” I watched him as it looked to be him thinking it over, but I guess it’s better than him just coming out and saying no.

"My name is Marcus Aurelius one of the archangels of the creator, I was created by the creator as a replacement for Lucifer after he rebelled against the creator.i was given the role of an archangel immediately after my creation much to the envy of the lower Angela.i loved my position and attacked my tasks without delay until one fateful dayan incident happened that costed me my position u"

“We’re waiting for Selene, Thor, and Hecate. They tried to get to Nyx to save her, but… it didn’t work. Fucking angels. They were supposed to help and haven’t shown up since that first visit.” Jacob’s pinky grazes my exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up. I shiver—hating that he still makes me feel this way even when I’m mad. But I don’t move away. That would mean leaving Hermes and Alexander too. And honestly, I like the feeling. Uggggh. Being mad at these boys is exhausting. Jacob’s voice sobers me. “Why are the angels so important?” “They’re like me and a few other gods,” Hermes explains. “Able to move between worlds. That’s rare. But the angels could bring enough firepower to turn th

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

Xavier asked. “Yes we all are. Some Angels are recruited and not created. The Almighty doesn’t create unless absolutely necessary, but many of us were spirits trained to be Angels. The protectors of the paradise.” Gabriel looked towards Xavier again, seeing as he tried to change the subject. “Jasmine is your friend, but does that mean you own her?” Xavier looked surprise. “No I don’t…”

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.