Books About Angels Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.

I take a quick shower to wash of the sweat and grime from training and brush my teeth before walking to the small wardrobe and pull out some sweatpants and boxers. I slip them on under my towel and hang it over the door to dry. When I turn around Divina is no longer on the bed, and I hear the bathroom door close. I settle in the recliner with my pillow and blanket and pick up the book I’ve been reading. One of the elders in the village let me borrow it. It is a full history on the angels and how they came to inhabit earth. I don’t understand why they don’t just live among the humans like we do. I think I will ask Michael about that in the morning. I know he blended in and told me he didn’t e

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

“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.

I gave Baron one last appreciative nod before I sat on the Griffin and in rapid speed, it took off to the sky. The only thing in my mind was that I have to save my Angel.

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

Amy: "Dear I understand how you might be feeling. But dear this is one of the rules of Angelina. As an angel, you are not supposed to eat food or drink water. You might have seen you didn't felt thirsty or hungry since morning." She is right. I didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Casie: "Ok. I have seen many horror movies as kids. I don't mean to frightened you but just out of curiosity I wanted to ask. So are their dark angels as well?" Amy and Sam's facial expression turned from cheerful to worried. Amy sighed and said, "Yes there are dark angels also in reality who stays in Demonalia Den." Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from dem

“Yeah, I’d turn you away too after what you did to Redd earlier, “ his imaginary angel flapped its wings, smacking Fabian’s cheeks with it. “Oh come on, she stole the fucking blueprint! She’s lucky he didn’t call the cops!” the devil stroked Fabian’s other cheek. “I’d steal more than that if I knew how much a sinner our little Fabian turned out to be,” the angel pouted. “The hell you would. She should come running back to him at grovel at his feet forgiveness!” the devil retorted. Fabian scowled at his inner turmoil, brushing both imaginary deities off his shoulders and quickly climbed out of his car.