Novels About Angels Novels & Stories

She almost snorted. This whole scenario felt absurdly similar to one of those dark romance novels she read during her free time, were the girl gets kidnapped, she falls in love with the overly handsome kidnapper. With all the high se***l tension. Those stories were completely fictional. At this point, She was the girl waiting for the perfect moment to drive a knife into his heart.

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

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

Chapter - 3 Angelina's POV - I looked at the man who opened the door. He was the same man who came and informed me that I'll be sitting here in hell. He was also a handsome man, he might be 22 or 23. His face was a cute one unlike Dean's which is just handsome and terrifying. I got down from the car and was speechless seeing the view in front of me. It was a magnificent mansion more like a castle. I always dreamed of living in such a mansion but I never thought I would be able to live in it. I was so busy in admiring the mansion that I didn't notice the man staring at me.

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

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

"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.

Olivia sat quietly at the back of the chapel, her eyes fixed on the wooden casket in front of her. Her grandmother, the only family she had left, lay motionless inside. The funeral service had just begun, but Olivia had already grown weary of the sympathetic glances and whispered condolences from those around her. Olivia remembered the happy times she spent with her grandmother, the times when she would tell her stories of angels and demons. She would describe how some angels would come down from the heavens to guide and protect mortals, while others would be cast out for their pride and arrogance, becoming demons.

" I'll take care of it. He didn't wait for an answer. Miguel turned to the heavenly dog, receiving a disdainful and very cruel smile. In the stories I remembered from that life inside a convent, all the angels were good and merciful. God did not punish and did not fail to forgive those who repented from the heart. But in real life, in my real life, the story was very different. The celestial dog had an aura as evil as the worst creatures of hell, and beat his sharp fingers as he looked at Miguel as if he were his best meal.