Fantasy Books About Angels Novels & Stories

In Dedication to Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse; Thy angel descends -- From the heaven, In his glory to lead you to my dark purgatory, Where thou seeks. To reveal the books thee deserve, For the sake of phantasy, Thy soul plummets into a journey ad-infinitum, A journey, hoped to experience in a lifetime. A journey where thou shall discover Pantheons, Made my the words of thee ungrateful; Called "Man."

The angel hybrid will rise to her peak Her magic will make its choice To end the world , or to raze it Made by the sound of her voice Should her heart choose light, then rejoice. Sing If her heart chooses the dark, Beware the Angel Witch Queen THE PAST WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH I looked up to see a panicked look on everyone's faces. " You don't all believe in this prophecy nonsense do you?" I asked them, but one look at their faces and I knew they did. I was never a believer in prophecies, but my mother was. In fact, now that I remember correctly, this is exactly the book she used to carry with her all the time before she was taken.

Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them. "We angels are quite fragile creatures. Our hearts are intangible, unlike humans, so if we love someone, we love them thick and through and if we hate someone, we hate them thick and through. Our book is our only destiny" Fate said and took Vivian's book from her. She tore a page from it and Vivian felt immense pain in her chest. She shouted from pain and looked at Fate with her eyes, almost about to pop out. "Now you see which trouble you're in. Take good care of it" Fate said as she burned the paper between her fists as she threw the book back at Vivian "And make sure it's pages are never lost, the l

she said and smiled, “Besides, it is temporary.” Nadia nodded, albeit reluctantly, hating that the older woman was right. Nana Viktoriya left and shut the door. Nadia left the table area and started to pace about, thinking of how to go about setting up the meeting with Angel. When she couldn’t think of a way without involving someone else, she let out an exasperated huff and went to pick up a book on a shelf at the corner of her bed, determined to occupy her mind with something else. The book she picked was the second book of a fantasy series about a fallen angel and a witch. The author had the knack of making her forget her reality and she was counting on the skill to help her now.

He chuckled at the expression on her face and silenced her with his lips again as she tried to speak but she wouldn't even have spoken if she had wanted to because he took her mind off every thoughts except the feel of him, his body and his heart. She and their children were his everything. She was his world. She was His Angel. The End ❤❤❤❤ We've finally come to the end of this story and I'm so so happy. Thank you so much!🙏🏻❤ Do check out my other story, "Married But Single." Leggo! 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ l love y’all ❤️❤️❤️

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

" I'm sure at least one of your friends can help, Elena. Bring one of those who helped her the other time. You said that your ex-boyfriend and two friends were on earth to look for your book, so call one of them. “Faye is the queen now,” I spoke in a mild tone, listening to the footsteps of Miguel and Kleyphon going back down to the room. The archangels went straight in the direction of the kitchen, and opened the back door. I followed them with my eyes, frowning. I didn't hear any conversation between them, but I knew they weren't going outside just to give us privacy. The sky should be sending some message that only they listened to." It wouldn't be very wise for her to get out of there. I

she grumbles, shoving it aside. Dread starts to fill me when I realize how many books Jada and Syrra have gone through with still absolutely no luck. "None of these mention the angels?" I ask. Jada snorts. "Not where their territory is." I growl, running my hands roughly through my hair. "Can't you just do a spell or something to find the book we're looking for?" I snap. She raises her eyebrow. "And what exactly should I look for?" "I don't know!" I groan. "Just—any book that mentions angels."

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”