Heavenly Host Elementary Novels & Stories

Sydney's seated at the back with two girls and a guy, I try not to think about Damien's order to not associate with any male. She leaps up once she sees me approach them. “Heaven!” Sydney practically tackles me into a hug the second I’m within arm’s reach. “Thank God, you made it! I was worried about your psycho husband holding you hostage for a second.” I laugh. “He's not that crazy.” She pulls back, then spins me toward the table. “Okay, introductions. Everyone, this is Heaven. Heaven, meet my friends.” The brunette with the sleek bob stands first. “Lila,” she says, offering a warm handshake. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

The night was still, a hushed silence enveloping the empty parking lot. A glimmer of moonlight illuminated the signpost just beyond the motel, revealing the name of a small diner that stood nearby. Grace's Diner, it read. Its quaint exterior exuded a comforting aura, beckoning me to seek solace within its walls. Intrigued by the prospect of a warm meal and human connection, I made my way toward the inviting establishment.

"Your hands are a gift from the heavens!" And so, he started his daily ritual of praising me in a new way every day, his accent heavy but his eyes always sincere. I set down my tweezers, picked up my croissant and took a bite, the flaky pastry crumbling without much effort. "Thank you, Steven. You've become much better at praising me than yesterday!" His azure eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically, not realizing that I was teasing him. From under his arm, he pulled out the newest edition of an international business magazine. Flipping to a specific page, he offered it to me, visibly excited.

A horn appears in the archangel’s hand. Uriel blows it. It’s not a sound. It’s a shockwave. High-pitched, divine, soul-piercing. My heart slams in my chest. My blood turns electric. The clouds above us tear open—and the sky is filled with angels. Principalities. Archangels. Powers. Virtues. Dominions. The Hosts of Heaven, ready to rain down justice. Michael turns to us. “Your move.” We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal.

Hannah and Olivia both wore expressions of sudden understanding. "So do we wait here? Or what should we do?" Hannah thought about what Kayla said, that Chase would reach Boundless Spiritual Heaven any minute now. Should they go out to meet him? Also, Chase's parents were still waiting in spirit form. Should they let them know? "Boundless Spiritual Heaven is made up of countless universes all at the same level. There's no way we could track down exactly where Chase ascends. Better to wait until he arrives and then use techniques to find him.

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.