Judge Angels Novels & Stories

And behind him, down the platform. Angel. Tony’s breath hitched once he realized what’s going on. Angel was going to be presented as a gift. A get well soon gift. Angel wasn't smiling. But he was standing still. Too still. Blank expressions on his eyes. Just a dull violet color. A picture perfect posture. ‘Like a statue. Or a sacrifice.’ Tony studied Angel. And in that moment, he realized another thing. Why does it feel like he didn't come here on his own accord?

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

I murmur, an unhinged smirk stretching across my face, "I guess I'm taking the sky route." I tilt my head up. The Throne Angel descending toward me is magnificent nightmare fuel. He is a massive, interlocking gyroscope of pale-blue wheels, spinning endlessly in the dark. Hundreds of glowing, unblinking eyes are embedded in the rings, all locking onto me at once. A normal person staring at a biblically accurate angel would drop to their knees, crushed by the sheer, terrifying weight of divine pressure. But my Reaper blood doesn't feel fear. I look at this spinning, multi-eyed wheel of holy judgment, and only one thought crosses my chaotic mind:

"The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that they deemed 'unworthy.' They are a horrible race, and I wish we wouldn't have taken up calling them angels. It's a word meant for holy creatures, not these demonic cretins." Jaida listened intently to every word, wanting to know everything Jaron had to tel

To her surprise, Jairus smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and acceptance. "Agnes, thank you for sharing this with me that you are truly an angel. Of course, what else?" Jairus said, his voice steady. "I won't pretend to fully understand what being a pretty and sexy angel entails, but I want you to know that my feelings for you remain unchanged. You are the same person I fell in love with, regardless of your origins or nature."

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.

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

Now that Maisie came back, she was going to do whatever it took to get back her shares in Vaenna! Ryleigh took a deep breath. Family out to get family. Brutal! Boy, was she keen to see the look on Willow’s face when the sh*t hit the fan. As the car pulled up to the entrance of Vaenna Jewelry, Maisie turned around to face her three angels. “Mommy needs to settle some matters. Godmother Ryleigh will take the three of you home first.” Her three angels nodded obediently. After Maisie got out of the car, the children glanced at each other, then scrambled over to Ryleigh’s side of the car.

But for Andra, knowing that every monsters in their worst nightmares exist in reality is freaking her out. "Wait, what are these?" Ethan asked out nowhere. "Here, look." Barry looked the page he showed him. "Oh, those are the furies. Nasty creatures that comes after those who got away from justice. Contrary to public knowledge, furies needs to be summoned. They can't just hunt down human and kill them. Thousands of years ago, Olympian gods and goddesses used furies as their messenger of justice. Once a human was deemed guilty in the eyes if the gods and goddesses, furies can kill that Hunan freely. Until their connection to the gods became stronger that they no longer need the gods to kill h

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app