Male Angels Novels & Stories

After being in an impassive state for what seems to be like forever, he finally raised his head and opened his mouth to speak. "My fellow brothers, although today, we have successfully annihilated these wretches, who call themselves divine beings. We must not lose sight or forget, who our real enemies are. As you may already know, these people are not so strong... They have very limited power on their own. So they rely on others. they have become the subordinates of the so-called Rulers Of The Sky. Humph! These so-called rulers of the sky, are our true enemies, that is to say, that, they are the weaklings that we're going to have eradicated once and for all. To truly become the sole and ulti

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“I wish I knew how to talk to him.” “Go play in traffic. Maybe he’ll show up.” “Hilarious,” I retort dryly and an unsettled feeling washes over me. “I almost wish I didn’t know.” “And before, all you wanted was to know the truth.” “It changes everything I thought I knew. Not only am I not really a Martin, but I’m not fully human. Angels aren’t the pretty, ethereal beings you can pray to and have them grant miracles. They’re fierce warriors who kill each other’s babies.” I feel like I’ve been tipped upside down and I’m dangling from the ceiling.

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.

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

“I heard a couple of the younger angels talking after flight drills yesterday.” His expression tightened slightly. “They said they’re completely black.” Calyx leaned forward. “That’s… not normal.” “No,” Zeke said flatly. “It isn’t.” Malachi shrugged without looking up. “Maybe that’s why that angel girl tripped her.” Zeke glanced over. “You saw that?” “Hard to miss someone getting shoved into the ground.” Malachi tore another piece of bread in half. “Didn’t seem like she deserved it.” Calyx snapped his fingers suddenly.