Novel & Cerita Gothic-angels

It wasn’t until Ambrosia took the Box in her left hand and clenched her right fist that I heard the dull thud, and turned to look at what was behind us. “What are you doing here, Angel?” Ambrosia sneered. I looked down to see Dominik on his knees and the bioluminescence was hovering around him like a light dusting of glitter. Ambrosia was forcing him to stay down with her magic. Angels are extremely powerful and she made it look easy to restrain him.

Everyone got terrified. "Woah...!" I exclaimed when the guy was looking more like an angel as he got up again. He roared very loud to the sky and the next thing was something no one saw. I saw Phoenix lying on the ground as I got pulled up higher and higher into the sky. I could see my mother in distress and all the other witches beneath my feet while the Angel guy was taking me away. I could detach myself from him but..it seemed like... going with him would stop the fray at the chamber. I looked up at him and...his green glowing eyes seemed so beautiful. He wasn't scowling or... doing anything else but ...just eloping with me. I continued to look at him until he took me so high to the highe

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

The intensity of their gaze made it clear that I was to pay attention to them and not the stone guardians. The angels were surrounded by a number of stone golems, which they had transformed into guardians of the cathedral. These golems stood guard over the angels and ensured that no one was able to enter without their permission and that everyone would be well-behaved. It was clear to me that the angels were in charge, and the golems provided a physical representation of their power. The angels' presence in the cathedral was self-inspiring at best, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for him. I knew that I was in the presence of something greater—like myself, and it was an expe

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

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!!! ***

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.