Male Angel Novels & Stories

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

Three hours earlier... "She's meant to pay in all ways possible for her father's sins Cassian. You and I know what that means." A blonde haired woman no older than her late twenties said. She calmly looked at the man in front of her . Her red manicured fingernails kept clicking on her desk with a rhythmic pattern, like she was counting down seconds. Cassian didn't raise his eyes from the kitten laying on his lap. "She'll be useful. You know that Bella."

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared:

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

I don't know if he intentionally flipped his head with that sassiness, but as soon as he faced me again, the slit smile on his lips vanished. "Aside from that, again, I am the Lord in this household. My face is too heavenly to be seen by a mere human species. I don't recommend it." I blinked repeatedly, and even though he offered his hand to help me walk, and even though I accepted it, I still couldn't believe his audacity. Did he just call me a mere human species?

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

" And what does this have to do with last night and the super weird way we slept at your house? "I had to use magic on you, because of the heavenly dog," I explained, still with my arms crossed. To my relief, Zylah stopped finding it funny, but looked at Anne with visible disbelief." Miguel is an archangel. He's meant for me. And together, we will have to save humanity from the fury of the top-face.