Good And Bad Angels On Shoulder Novels & Stories

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

Zora said and moved to join Angela in her seat. "I am sure of what I saw. He was closing his opened shirt buttons while sitting on his seat with his side facing his desk, while the woman was slipping her top sleeve back on," Angela said. "I am so sorry. I guess even angels can't be trusted when around women," Zora commented hugging Angela. "Zora, he is not an angel. He is a man," Angela said. "You are right, they all have Solomon's blood running through their vein," Zora said but in a comforting way.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

He says to my now red with rage brother who launches himself over the huge table, landing on Mammon he starts to punch him, but the laughing never stops as they continue to fight. A pop and blue light comes from behind me and without looking I know Topaz has just stepped through a portal. I turned to look at her, I can’t deny she is a beauty. Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.

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.

I have a gun pointing at his goddamn head and all he can say is that? I brought the gun down to his shoulder. "I thought you were a good person Theo," I whispered before shooting his shoulder. He still didn't flinch. "What you just did made me want to bend you over," he mumbled into the crook of my neck. I pushed him off me and tucked the gun into the waistband of my jeans, "Have fun with having a bullet stuck in your fucking body." I walked out.

- she noted. - They looked like angels, but their faces were cold like a stone, they had a punishing gaze... They were the 'Scarlet Angels', those punishing heavy sinners...- the man started to talk again. - What did you say?- Esther revived immediately, hearing the familiar name.- The ‚Scarlet Angels’? How do you know that term?- she asked, grasping the man tightly by the shoulders.