In The Hands Of Angels Novels & Stories

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

"Besides the handsome face, you should also make sure that I get a good partner! Look, I'm just a girl! I don't know what's good and what's not!" Shit! And she thinks I know all that? How do I know they are good or bad? "And, please take me back to the hospital, it's time for me to take medicine!" *** "Oh my god! Can you knock before you come in?" the Angel Julian screamed as he saw my presence. Come on! I don't even understand why Angels need houses and doors! We can penetrate anything, so what is it all for? "Hey, aren't you in charge of recording the good and bad of humanity?"I asked as I approached Julian, who was busy with all the monitors in front of him.

But Angel didn't think so. “Don't try to find something which will be your downfall… I'll send you back now,” Angel remarked coldly, before Elina could do anything, Angel waved his hand before her eyes and in a split second she saw a bright light flashed before her eyes, a low exclaim left her throat when she was sucked into a dark hole.

The only difference was the fact that a brick wall wouldn’t have instantly reached out to steady her. The moment she felt his hands on her forearms, Angel’s heart began to go wild. All her anxiety and frustration, all her tension and her wishes to simply disappear suddenly collided into one and the tears began to stream down her face. “Whoa, hey, Angie,” Layon exclaimed, still holding onto her as though he thought she might fall over if he let go. “What’s going on?” Drawn in by his stormy grey eyes, Angel found herself unable to speak for a moment. The warmth of his palms on her forearms was soothing and enticing, and it made her entire body sizzle with desire. Her teeth gritted even

with the baby, I can't turn invisible. "ma I will tell you if you tell me the same thing" oh no, humans are not supposed to see angels right they will freak out, I stare at the baby in my arm and stare back at the lady, her eyes widen like a broad leaf, her eyes drop to the baby and she covers her mouth with her hand, she looks shocked, ok this isn't how I wanted to hand over the baby but I have no choice now, I fly to her and I hold out the baby she stretches her hand and I place the baby on it and smile at her, the baby off I can now turn invisible, she can't see me anymore, she looks around and looks back at the baby, a partner that she calls Edward falls to his kneels, she did the same,

" Acthor stretched his hands towards Madeline and Damien, a giant cloud like hand appeared in the sky as it stretched towards them. It was so big that escaping was futile as they had already been captured, the giant hand disappearing as it entered the clouds. No one saw it, and know one noticed they were gone. The hands placed them on the ground, being surrounded by giant like humans, Madeline and Damien felt extremely tiny. "Now tell me who's being petty...." Damien frowned in displeasure, anyone would be awestruck standing in front of these gods, however Damien was frowning. "You brought us here isn't that confirming just how petty you are.."

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

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.

“About yesterday, I--” Angel waved his hand. “How do you like the presents?” I watched as he picked up one of the boxes and opened it. “What’s this about, Angel?” His smile widened. “Say my name again.” “What?” He took a step closer. “Say my name again. I like the way you say it.” I snorted. “Are you out of your mind?” “Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. I gasped. Was he high? “You know, you are the first woman to ever put hands on me…”

Silvan leans forward, takes my hand in his and stares at me like I hold the keys to his soul, then he says in a tortured whisper; “Please suck my cock, Angel…”