Male Angels Novels & Stories

They were well-built and large beings like an Alpha Male, except they carried a bright light within them and large white wings that no one could possibly miss. . 'Wow! The angels were really beautiful as explained in the books. Thanks to Moon Goddess that we are not jealous type otherwise after observing their beauty I would have died because of jealously.' Maya commented and I agreed with her. . "Azazel's Bride.", A man said the name with disgust. My eyes traveled on him. He was glaring at me right now. It was really surprising that even though he was an angel, his eyes were filled with hatred and anger instead of kind, love, and caring. His voice was angelic, like music to ear even though

Stacy admired Mal, not just because he looked like a Greek god in human form, he was not like any demon she had ever met, most demons were self-obsessed, egotistical and greedy creatures, Mal wasn't like that, he only ever thought about others, it was his idea for preternatural to come out of the closet, he spent thirty years convincing, packs and prides, covens of witches and vampires, he even travelled to the dragon's keep meeting with Aerilon, Queen of the ice dragons to convince her, and it bloody worked, the only species he couldn't convince was the angels, well, humans would call them angels, they were closer to Valkyries really, winged warrior women, their counterparts were actually d

He knew when to offer an opinion and when to remain silent. “Not Heaven,” he said after a measured pause. Apollo’s gaze flicked briefly toward the Celestial Veil, which glowed steady and undisturbed in the projection above the Obsidian Wilds. “The angels would not take the time to rewrite what they believe should not exist,” Malachar continued. “They prefer fracture to alteration. If they wished to breach, they would have done so with spectacle.” Apollo inclined his head slightly in agreement. The angels did not test quietly. They declared.

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

"For thousand of years, Highlands worshiped the moons. The three moon goddesses owned the skies and the entire Highlands - humans had thought that there were no other Deities out there. The Islands Across the Great Seas knew better. Sirens knew but they possessed no interest on meddling on things out of their hands. When they were gifted as interpreters, it did not include on their jod description to be moderators of the Deities. Highlands had ideas too. The Three-Head State knew the concept of other Deities and they called them false. Who would have thought? A land as perfect as Highlands, who would have thought there were other Deities who could grace humans bette "Then the Angels came. Th

Figures moved within it—tall, angular, wings gleaming white and gold, eyes that burned like holy fire. “They’re angels,” Malik hissed, teeth bared. His entire body tensed, shadow thickening around him like liquid night. “They came for you.” My hands shook. The mark under my ribs throbbed violently, black veins twisting outward. Smoke flickered from my fingertips. I had never felt it react like this—so alive, so hungry. “I’m not leaving you,” I whispered, clinging to his arm. “You won’t,” Malik said, his voice low and steady, vibrating with a dangerous energy. “I won’t let them take you. Not now. Not ever.”

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

When rays of sun melts the ice off of the ground for the flowers to bloom again. She opened her eyes again and pulled my hand on her lap. "Centuries ago, spirituals were one of the creatures who lived and protected this planet. They were different from all the other creatures. They were blessed by four most powerful angels. And with their powers, they could kill and reincarnate anything. They were basically the most powerful creatures living on earth." Angel Ramiel started telling us the story about my powers. Everyone was listening. I felt like I was part of that story. Of course I was technically part of that story.

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.