Mythology Angels Novels & Stories

But in here, hopefully, the two of you could unlock your fullest capabilities,” Celeste explained as she started to crack open the eggs and let the insides go down the bowl. “Capabilities?” Isuzu asked. “Each angel has its capability. Either that of a grand angel whose capabilities are ‘original’ or that of a typical angel whose capabilities are branching a grand angel’s.” Celeste explained. “We prefer to keep the secrets on how angels work,” Celeste explained, “That’s why most tales you heard about us are very watered down indeed.” She added as she poured in milk and started to whisk the bowl.

Legends have it that angels were created for quintessence, they were planned to be perfect. They were meant to protect and guide all creatures, to be righteous, just, and to follow everything the great creator wanted. Then again, things never go as the heavens planned. One drop of darkness was all it took to ruin everything. It wasn’t long when the lights in the angels dimmed, making them sinners in the eyes of the mighty one. The accused sinners were ordered for exile, never to return ever again. Doubts filled the hearts of the once pure and innocent angels as their wings burned, falling to the land meant for humans.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel. "They never understood."

Layon suggested blankly, as though he was only just beginning to pick up on her trail of thought. "Yeah, and Chris had to have had help from the fairy court to gain entrance into Italy so…" "So he and Reebah are most likely at the fairy court!" Layon exclaimed, and Angel was surprised when he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in close to kiss her forehead before he added, "Angel, you are brilliant." "Isn't that why you brought me along?" Angel chuckled, unable to stop herself from being amused by his response. Yet him kissing her on the head also reminded her of the time they'd spent together beneath the willow tree,

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

“We’re waiting for Selene, Thor, and Hecate. They tried to get to Nyx to save her, but… it didn’t work. Fucking angels. They were supposed to help and haven’t shown up since that first visit.” Jacob’s pinky grazes my exposed skin where my shirt has ridden up. I shiver—hating that he still makes me feel this way even when I’m mad. But I don’t move away. That would mean leaving Hermes and Alexander too. And honestly, I like the feeling. Uggggh. Being mad at these boys is exhausting. Jacob’s voice sobers me. “Why are the angels so important?” “They’re like me and a few other gods,” Hermes explains. “Able to move between worlds. That’s rare. But the angels could bring enough firepower to turn th

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.