Good And Bad Angels On Shoulder Novels & Stories

That moment he knew what he had to do. That night he practiced alone in their gym, honing every ability he had in preparation of confronting the council. While many of the angels on the council were incredibly powerful and well versed in combat, he still believed he had an advantage. Pureblood angels were always believed to be stronger, despite their tendency to fall from heaven due to violent tendencies. Ash wasn't entirely sure of his feelings for the demon king, but he planned on defending them even if it meant giving his life for it. Throughout the night the sounds of his training echoed through the darks, but no one dared intervene.

Those little angels and demons that stay on each side of my shoulder and telling me what to do and what not to do. The angel was the goody-two-shoes that kept pulling at me. "Your plan will only backfire Charity, can't you see? What if you fall in deep for him" No I won't! I know what I feel currently towards him. There's no way I'm loving a murderer, sleeping with him is one thing. What I feel towards him is pure attraction and want…right? "Oh please! Let the girl think, she has a mind of her own" Thank you left shoulder demon.

Angel Where are you" came his desperate voice Suddenly as if thunder Strom, there was light around him, he looked up a unique way of decoration, never in his life, he had imagined the use of the umbrella in decorations, his eyes travelled to the end of it and his breath hitched seeing the view The red light, what amused him it was in the shape of a heart and there stood his angel exactly at the same spot where he first saw hee, his eyes were stuck on the beauty inside that heart, it felt like that's his heart and his lady residing in there His legs rooted to the spot as if paralyzed He didn't even realize the absence of Bozo in his arms She looked divine in that dress, just like a fairy who

Offering Jason a glare that told him they would be having words later, he glanced once more over his large friend's shoulder and found that Angel had turned her head. She was watching them now, the grim expression on her face suggesting that she didn't believe Jason even for one second. The hand she had still clutching her locker door was white-knuckled, as though it was taking all her effort not to match over and get the truth out of him.

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

Behind her, floating in flames flew in another girl. The stood together, side by side. One with gigantic dark wings and claws; the other with red and yellow shades of flame dancing in her eyes. Two balls of flame in her hands. "Dramatic entrance check," a familiar voice echoed from beside the men, frozen by shock to the walls. "We have two more people to complete the crew and they are not so close: wrap this up quick my little sinners." The evil angel dug his claws into wall and dragged them as he walk away with an evil smirk, making an annoying screeching sound.

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

Despite myself, I stole a glance. Seeing his chiseled abs and broad shoulders, I questioned if this was really typical for a guy his age. I swallowed hard once more.

He looked me deep in the eyes as though the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of us. “ You shouldn't beat up yourself because you haven't done anything wrong. You were a good friend, Monalisa is the one who messed up the friendship.” The corner of his lips curved into a smile. “ Deep down I know you're a good person. I know that you wouldn't even kill a fly until someone provokes that side of you and that is what Monalisa did. Angels are always pure but they can get a little bit angrier when provoked.” He joked and I couldn't help it but smile. God, I really needed someone to tell me all the words that he was saying to me.

I jump when someone touches my shoulder. “Sorry angel, but I called your name three or four times and got no response,” Brayden says. “Sorry I was just lost in thought,” I tell him. “Are you ok angel, you seem upset.” Brayden states. “I am fine and it was nothing important,” I reply