Heaven Angel Poem Novels & Stories

"If we destroy Heaven and kill them all—We're no better than God—or what he claimed us to be." It always came back to that dead Angels . Adom had never had the pleasure as God had been long dead by the time Adom had joined the fray. The Devil did, however, remember seeing the body strung up outside the gates of heaven , spells cast upon the corpse to keep it fresh and unmovable for centuries to come. A reminder to the Angels of what their own hubris had wrought.

Amara's pov The sky looked dangerously gloomy with all the black clouds overpowering it's naturally pleasant blue Color with black. He stood there staring at her tombstone even though the sun was about to set. He stood there still like a stone as if the time has been stopped for him alone. Watching him being calm and still is scary, his silence is as scary as the silence before the storm. She died. His love, the girl whom he loved more than anything in this world is no more, yet not even a single tear left his eyes.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat. The young apprentice closed his eyes again as he sighed for the nth time of that day since he was sure that the winged silhouettes were the pillars of the heavenly world also known as the Benevolent World. The moment that the first angel landed, Apollo Sky opened his eyes and observed the commotion around him. ‘Oh, it is father.’ Clad in his formal knightly white uniform adorned with deep azure and red rubies to symbolize his gratitude to the goddess. The guardian angel also known as the great captain the leader of the heavenly hosts, and the warrior helping the children of

Her voice feels so soft like a feather but I can’t help but get confused about this situation! What?! Little sunshine?! Mama?! Where the f*ck am I?! As long as I remember I’m dead! “My sweet angel, you seem so active today, aren’t you?” She lifted me up carefully. Angel? So, I’m really in heaven right? So… is she Mama Mary? Well… If this is heaven, do all spirits become like me? What happened to me anyway? Why did I become so small?! “I won’t sing you a lullaby for now. It’s already your playtime so Mama will be here for you my angel…”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

She rinsed the soap off her body before she started on her hair and continued singing. “Somebody cries in the middle of the night….the neighbors hear, but they turn out the light…a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate….when morning comes it’ll be too late…..Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams give her wings…and she flies to a place where she’s loved…concrete angel….A statue stands in a shaded place….an angel girl with an upturned face….her name is written on a polished rock….a broken heart that the world forgot…through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams

Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender. Belle's entire soul was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of dread as the demon's words echoed in her ears. Her fear was not merely for the terrifying entity before her but for the painful memories it unearthed. Her late mother, a woman of undeniable beauty, had lived a life of hardship as a prostitute.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.