Male Angel Novels & Stories

- Maria looked at her as if she was crazy. - Everything seems to fit perfectly. These gifts you have are rarely happening among ordinary people all at once. Of course, Angels can also heal, send sleep, manipulate emotions, of course in positive way, and so on. But as a half-Angel, you don't necessarily inherit all of your angel-father's gifts, because these are mental qualities. There is, however, a genetic trait that every half-Angel takes over, namely the wings.- Nadir explained more precisely, not at all affected by the look she sent her.

Olivia thought resting her head on Ethan's shoulder "What is going on exactly? Who is this Martin guy? If he is that rich and powerful, how come I never heard of him?" Andrews thought grinding his teeth as he focused his gaze on the road with a frown. "God, thank you for bringing Olivia back safely but I have one problem though. I only asked you to keep Olivia safe and help us find her. I don't recall asking you to bring my demon from the past," Mr Carter thought. "So I have one question for you God; Why did you bring back the demon? You didn't even ask my opinion. What was that?" Mr Carter thought annoyed.

I knew the creatures that were banished here were unsafe for our realm… But I couldn’t imagine Dominik doing anything that could be deemed unsafe. It was just a strange feeling. Besides the feeling of doom that I got around him, and well, all of them really, I couldn’t imagine them being so bad to deserve this punishment. It seemed crazy. “I’m sorry you have been here that long, that is insane. What kind of creature are you anyways?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t have, but I was curious. Being Human I didn’t really know much about the supernatural. He stepped back from me for a moment. “I am an angel.” He said, and suddenly a very large pair of black wings sprouted from his back. They were g

Two angels stood at the silver edge of a heavenly cloud staring down at the mortal world down below. Their faces were clouded with remorse. Their gazes focused on a group gangly teenagers, each in a separate part of the globe. They all differed in races and ages but somehow were connected to each other even with the distance between them. "It's starting soon..." a husky male voice said. His voice vibrated like a thousand drums and echoed through the emptiness of the sky. He was the angel Michael. He was an angel of nature and temperance.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

I will watch over you. A sudden memory flashed in my head. It was blurry, the voice barely a whisper in my head, but I heard it. Artemy’s voice, whispering to my ears once. Sleep, Angel. I will watch over you. I didn’t even have a chance to react because Artemy continued speaking. “The father replied that an Angel is someone who is sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful woman on the planet. Someone who is amazing in every way. An Angel is the girl who makes your heart beat faster when she walks into the room. The girl you will need wherever you go. The girl who makes you want to be better. Angel is someone who is your rock. The person who you love with your entire heart. T

Carved steps corkscrewed around them, leading to the vicious water below. Samael tensed, looking to the left. I followed his gaze to another spire. The red one adjacent us towered over the rest. A bright figure stood on the crown, pulsing with glory. I gasped at the beauty of the angel, his wings silhouetted against the jewel blue sky. “Michael?” I whispered. “Look what the air shat. It's pike-in-the-ass,” Samael said darkly.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

Like incense burned in a forbidden temple. "Still hiding among the broken things, Angel?" The voice was a low thrum, velvet over gravel, sliding down her spine and pooling molten heat low in her belly. Not fear. Never fear with him. Just the inevitable, gravitational pull. She turned. Malakai filled the doorway, rain glistening on the worn leather of his jacket, plastering dark strands of hair to his temples. Exiled demon. Fallen star. Her ruin, or perhaps her only possible redemption. His eyes, the colour of aged whiskey catching fire, held hers. No mockery tonight. Just a hunger so profound it stole her breath.