Green Angel Book Novels & Stories

Crystal inquired, tilting her head slightly in thought. “I was asking if you want to know more about the family hierarchy. I mean, you’ll soon be a Valencia, you should be knowledgeable of the family tree.” Angelica suggested, holding some kind of old book which was around 12x8 inches big. Crystal eyed the said book for a moment before nodding, since maybe she just needs to get her mind off of things and towards another topic that will allow her to clear her thoughts by focusing on that topic. “Sure.” Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves.

Becky asked again. The lady took her hand and take her towards the giant book name “Prophetic Gaze “which has a silver shiny cover. It has a huge golden lock. “What is this giant book”. Becky asked while touching the sparking cover of the book. As she touches the book cover, the strong rays emit from the book and glow the area around it. It is more like a dream. Becky felt a sudden jolt in her fingers which touch the area. She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

I shrug my shoulder. Remiel looks down at the floor, his hand covering his eyes as he shakes his head, mumbling about no good demons and their clutter. “It will be fine.” I tell him, determination in my tone. “We will find this book in no time.” I hope. The color green flashes in my mind, a gift from Zaz in the dark recesses of my mind. “Green!” I shout out loud, startling Remiel as he continues to look around. He turns towards me in confusion. “I think the book is green.” I tell him more quietly. He nods his head, turning back to the books to search for ones that are green.

Angela’s high pitched voice hit everyone’s ear like a bomb. They came out of their boring searching and rushed to her side. Miles was happy she found it and gave her a quick peck. Her cheeks flushed with red. She was nervous and surprised. That was the last thing she expected from him. Maybe she needed to start finding more things. Justin took the book, heading for the table. He placed it on it, flipping the book open to the first page. The cover of the book was a beautiful looking woman, holding a wand the color of cinnamon with a golden persimmon placed at the top of it.

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 found another box sitting on the table. It was very large. There was a note that was stapled on top, from Blue to Cristela. I hurriedly tore open the box, the first thing I saw was a baby names book. I laughed and turned to the first page, there was a printed out g****e search that was taped to the first page, the question was 'can I name my daughter green' The reply was 'absolutely, green is a symbol of wealth and health'

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

Angel took a deep breath and swallowed. A bullet struck my heart. My heart began to race, and I knew my reaction would not be pleasant. "Isn't that obvious?" I grinned. "I was just reading your book, Mmh." "You were good, brother; you should get back to writing," he grumbled. “Really! Let me see, I've been dying to rea…”