Biblically Accurate Angel Plush Novels & Stories

Cherubim guard the way to the tree of life in the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3:24)and the throne of God (Ezekiel 28:14–16). The "Thrones or Elders, are a class of celestial beings. The Dominations regulate the duties of lower angels. It is only with extreme rarity that the angelic lords make themselves physically known to humans. The Dominations are believed to look like divinely beautiful humans with a pair of feathered wings, much like the common representation of angels, but they may be distinguished from other groups by wielding orbs of light fastened to the heads of their scepters or on the pommel of their swords.

I squint against the glare. The leader descends from the sky. An Angel. His wings are folded behind him—massive, snowy white, every feather looking as soft as a cloud. He has a face of absolute perfection. A straight nose, full lips, lines carved by God himself. Skin like pearls under moonlight. Eyes that glow with a faint, holy light. Silver-white hair flows down to his ankles. Cherubim. One of the Upper Three Orders of Angels. I know my mythology. Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones. Cherubim are known for having "many eyes" and the ability to gaze directly at the light of God. They accept the light without emotion, purely and openly.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

Without waiting for his response, I turned around and walked toward Jessica and Angel, who were looking at another machine. I pretended to be interested in the toys inside. But actually, I just didn’t want to talk to Noah. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching. I turned my head. Noah walked toward us with two stuffed toys in his hands. I froze for a moment. He handed a small cat plush to Angel. “This one is for you.” Angel looked surprised, then smiled brightly. “Really? Thank you!” Then Noah turned to me. He held out another plush. It was a small brown puppy.

Three hours earlier... "She's meant to pay in all ways possible for her father's sins Cassian. You and I know what that means." A blonde haired woman no older than her late twenties said. She calmly looked at the man in front of her . Her red manicured fingernails kept clicking on her desk with a rhythmic pattern, like she was counting down seconds. Cassian didn't raise his eyes from the kitten laying on his lap. "She'll be useful. You know that Bella."

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

Genad: (≖_≖ ) Feral: ( ⇀‸↼‶ ) Paws:? They had already been observed by the angels within the temple from the eyes of the beastly statues and could now freely enter. However it wasn’t as simple as that, they had less than a day before the angels would gather to pray before the holy water which would purify them of their impurities and bless them with holiness and if they as fake angels were to follow only Paws might survive.

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.

“You brought another human here? This has never been done before. I should ask Mother about this, though I really don’t care for this one.” “I was hoping you wouldn’t. I have a reason for being here.” Arabella turned her disdainful look on Adrian who was cowering behind her. “Never seen and Angel before, Adrian? Take a good look because he is someone you will see real soon.” Gabriel stood in all his glory. At six foot eleven, Gabriel was the tallest of the Arch Angels. He wore old roman style clothes. A gold breast plate covered Gabriels chest while white cloth draped across his shoulders. Gabriel’s wings were at half mass. All in all, he was an impressive sight.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.