Best Angel Books Novels & Stories

GABRIEL I had fallen asleep after cleaning Angel up. This heat experience had already been fucking super fucking intense. Angel was the sweetest person that you would ever meet. Her heart knew no bounds. Her name really was aptly chosen. However, she became a little she-devil if anyone or anything threatened her people. She was someone that you never wanted to cross. She was also the perfect mate for us, loving us, and treating us like individuals instead of identical and interchangeable pieces. She was always so in tune with us, being able to read us without needing a single word uttered.

Amazing and scary at the same time. The more reason I always pay attention to her compared to the two. Angel can manipulate anyone with her sweet smile and calming voice. She could say she’s fine after being stabbed and make someone believe it. “Hey, bet I could beat you.” Ashley suddenly challenged Jacob as Angel left. “Ha-ha. Game on.” Jacob accepted as they sat on the sofa. I decided to sit on the single sofa and continued reading my book. Since childhood, I enjoyed reading in silence. Still, if the noise comes from them, it’s fine too.

I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. “What book is that?” Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. “The History of Dragons,” I tell her, and she looks at me funny. “Why would you need that? What don’t you know about your own kind?” she scoffs. I sigh. “Everything.”

I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch. Angel, Eva… They were nothing like what their families had been. Their lives at the moment looked so peaceful, so ordinary. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. They left me no clues, no loose ends, nothing to hold on to. “Looking for something?.” A too-familiar voice suddenly said, startling me. The book made a loud bang on the floor and I turned to see Angel, sitting casually by a window, a book nestling in his lap.

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

Cecar Angel was curious. "In library." "Show me." Suddenly Angel immediately grabbed Bella's hand and took them to the library. "What actually happened, Angel?" Bella asked quietly when they were in the library. "I'm just curious," answered Angel. "Are you sure-" "Just show me the book, Bell," interrupted Angel with a sharp look. "There." Bella invited Angel to go to the deepest corner of the library, among the bookcases which held ancient books that were rarely of interest to other students. Bella grabbed the book in the deepest corner among the other books, then gave it to Angel. "I found it accidentally when I got a history assignment at that time."

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

“It is being alive, less than that and yet so so much more.” Sprawled on the library floor, I have books of every kind scattered around me. Every piece of literature I could pull for the vast shelves on angels. These books all have different information that give rise to a beautifully big picture. My original reading on how angels appeared are correct. But, unlike The Daemonium explained, you do not need to be physically strong or trained to chosen by a god. Each god chooses a different angel every time they choose, no angel has any of the same criteria, no pattern. Yet each angel receives the exact same powers from their respective gods.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.