Fantasy Books About Angels Novels & Stories

Guia said and sat down on Xavier's bed. "Let's go!" I anxiously invited Nay Aurelia and went out of Xavier's room. By the way, the fetching is done whenever a Fantasian dies, Nay Aurelia told me that the Ophanim, the angels that have the form of three wheels going round and round and on the surfaces of those wheels, will come down , it also has six wings, and inside the wheel there is a circle that looks like an eye, it is said that they carry the body of the dead Fantasian there to be taken to purgatory and tried by the Supreme Dea Justo, they don't have chosen to be picked up, no matter whether it's bad or good, they will also pick you up and be your deliverers to purgatory.

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

I whisper, shocked. "You are nature. Your magic is constructive. There is a book somewhere in my study, where they forecasted your arrival for the greater good of all the creatures. There is a picture of you with your soulmate who has black wings and of a warrior Angel behind you both" he tells it like, he didn't expect it to happen, but it did anyway. This is too big and beyond us. The lord above has something very big planning from above there. "What do you mean by a book on us. A warrior Angel was with us? Great uncle, warrior Angels were sent for only special purpose. They will not stay on earth with us. They are bound to heaven and the lord. It is simply not possible" I argue with him.

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.

Whoever painted and wrote this book has an incredible ability, and I feel enchanted reading what is written below: One day, long ago , before wolves lurked in the land, before humans ruled the land, there were creatures that didn't have a name. These creatures had human bodies with wings made of pure night light. Wondrous creatures with a fierce temper and powerful instincts, they watched the fall and rise of every being on earth. They have extraordinary powers, powers like nothing the world will ever see born again. One day these creatures became known as angels. They have distorted human stories to the point where humans worship these angels without knowing what they worship. They were mad

We bumped our heads into the steel bars and collapsed. After a few minutes, we blinked and our visions cleared up. We saw seven angels with different armors they have enormous white feathered wings and bulky muscles. I thought it was the end of the world. The ground shakes and breaks into pieces able to swallow us in the underworld while the angels judge the final verdict for mankind. I remembered what my father told me about the story of the archangels of God written in the Bible when I was a child. They fought great battles in heaven especially the light bearer SATAN who use to be the fallen angel and the traitor of his race. He is also the creator of the forces of evil and the villain of