Dancing In The Sky Angels Perspective Lyrics Novels & Stories

My eyes glowed as my feet slowly levitated off the ground. I was now about 50 feet off the ground. I could see everything. It broke my heart to see all the bloody bodies on the ground belonging to both sides. Wanting more than anything to put an end to this, I used my power to seize all movement. Everything came to a halt except for Jayden's half-brother on the stage. I slowly flew my way over to them. "If you kill me, I'll kill him" he said pointing the gun to an unmoving Jayden.

Damien's POV How could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to cont

We started to dance carelessly and just swayed our hips to the music. "What the hell Janet!" I heard Sky dragging his wife away as someone started to ogling at her. I chuckled but continue to dance with Sophia and Angel. "It's been a long time since I get to do this!" Angel said and I smiled to her. "Let's party secretly sometimes." I said and she gave me a thumbs up.

If only I can fly, she thought, letting out a deep sigh. It seems like the Angel had read her mind and he appeared right in front of her, grabbing both her hand, flying up. If she let go of him, she knows she was going to fall so she held on to his hand tight. "I didn't ask for this!" She screamed while they were still trying to get out of the leaves. "I know!" were the only respond she heard from The Angel aside from his laughter. Getting out of the leaves, she had calm down when her eyes focused on the blue sky and the view from below them. It is a little scary, making her hands sweat at how high they were.

Raina touched a picture of Jasmine’s mother on a bookshelf. Gabriel stopped her from touching anything further, grabbing her wrists, leading her back to the door. “You can leave now. Jasmine isn’t here.” Raina looked surprised then. “She hadn’t come back home to you? Hmm what a shame. I assumed you knew she came to me at the club earlier that’s why I thought she would be here by now. Did you have a fight?” Gabriel wanted her to leave then. She was getting too many clues that he didn’t want to give away. Raina was all knowing and could clearly see what transpired between them just by the look on Gabriel’s face. “You do know what happens if an Angel sins don’t you? You will never be able to go

Stammered the young Spaniard and fell to his knees in front of Azrael's leg, clutching him. “Then say,” Azrael went on flatly, “Is there another way out? And speak quickly, because angels don't have all the time in the world either. ”Now he could already feel the slowly approaching hearts of people pounding. But now quickly. "Yes, sir, all you want sir, you are so kind sir ...", his lackey replied relieved, but one look from Azrael was enough to prevent him from further pummeling. Why did this person have to be so lame?

Something to get my mind off of the heat. The suddenly a heard a deep and beautiful sound. (A/N: Just saying that this is not his voice..it is just the son he is singing:) Cover my eyes Cover my Ears Tell me These words are a lie.. It can't be true That I'm losing you The sun cannot fall from the sky Can you hear heaven cry? The tears of an angel....

It was not just a gift; it was a reflection of how deeply I mattered to him. At that moment, I felt special. He thought of me. He saw me. He made the effort. He began to play a verse of “Angel by the Wings” by Sia, and though he didn’t speak, I understood his silent request. With eager hands, I lifted the violin from its stand and tightened the bow. Then I tuned the instrument and positioned it against my collarbone, resting it against my jaw. When Nicholas struck the chorus, I joined him. Everything else faded away. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the music. Each note became a shared confession, a language of its own, expressing what words often failed to convey.