Christmas Angel Blow Mold Novels & Stories

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Dak looked around at the others in the room before he nodded and said, “I’d be honored.” The rest of the family applauded as he climbed up the ladder, Memory holding the base as she always did when someone was climbing. He stretched to reach the top of the tall spruce and set the angel on the center point, plugging it into a light strand. Cheers and calls of, “Merry Christmas,” filled the home as Dak made sure the angel was straight and then came back down the ladder. “It looks beautiful,” Kirsten said, wrapping her arm around Maison’s waist as Lorelei and Anson joined them.

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

It felt dominating. Everyone witnessed the angel stood and leaped out from the hand print crater. It was unreal. The angel was glowing with blinding light. It stood with its imposing 15 feet height. No one would mistake the angel as human. Its wings gave it incredible speeds and great maneuverability. What was most eye catching was its face. It was beauty personified. You could look at its face and your worries would cease to exist. Its eyes were kind. Like someone you could confide your secrets with. Someone you could pour your heartaches out and knew that he would listen with understanding and acceptance.

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.

His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know. "So she chose the hero after all," he giggled. "This will make me happy!" he yells, turning upside down, good thing he has got wings. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to call your self Ni-se-mo-no! The angel who has got the loneliest eyes she has ever seen!" He sang and then laughs wickedly, announcing the wind of what is on his mind.

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

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.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.