Old Testament Biblically Accurate Angels Animation Novels & Stories

He was avoiding not to tell Zadkiel about it. “I didn’t need to know that.” Zadkiel scrunched his nose. “I wasn’t going to tell you but you were just being difficult. Now you know about my secret skill set.” Abel sighed dramatically. Zadkiel rolled his eyes. “Only if my mother was here to reveal the whole story!” Zadkiel groaned in frustration. “I wish I could just fly to wherever she is to ask her about the truth.” “I have been doing some research lately. I found out that angels can fly. Like they have proper wings.” Abel spoke out of context.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

She turned another direction and listened again to someone with Channels CHANNELS “I was so scared as the Angel came out of the water and was carrying that trailer like it was one small Ghana must go bag; that trailer weighs in lots of tones but he carried it like nothing and he threw it on people, killing all of them instantly. Is that what Angels do now? Those were demons not angels because my Bible tells me that the devil will come as an angel… And as many of us who tried to get a video record of this incident couldn’t because there was some kind of EMF Electromagnetic force or something from one of the demons that fried all our devices”

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

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

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

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."

he smirked at me. "The seven defeated angels expelled from heaven and kicked out. Powerful and highly ranked. Their mistake; they supported the one who wants to honor himself against his creator," he cleared, my first question without asking. "Created as powerful; The angels of peace became the angel of war. It expelled them with limited powers; they fell like a fireball on the newly developed planet called the earth," he took out his bracelet and dropped seven beads from it to show me how angels fell on the earth. "It was difficult for them to accept this punishment; they came with full flash power to destroy this planet; which was now one of the favorite things to the almighty," he added,

Now that angels were involved and had managed to get so close to her, I didn't have time to lose. Angels were another thing humans got wrong. They aren't pure and virtuous like people thought. Yes they started in heaven, but they were mostly warriors. They were brutal, murderous, warriors who care as much about other people’s lives as demons. When you get right down to it there isn't too much difference in demons and angels. Demons promise to make all your dreams come true and we do for a while, but we never lie. When we make a promise we keep it. You just have to be very clear as most people leave a lot of room for extra creativity on our part. Angels, however, they make you believe they

'You mean, like a Cherub? Ethan rolled his eyes. 'For fuck's sake,' he growled, massaging his knuckles against his forehead in frustration. 'I swear, Renaissance art has got a lot to bloody answer for. Forget the little plump kids with the blonde ringlets and feathery wings because that's just bullshit. Scripture and history would have you believe they are beautiful, because who the fuck wants to know that Angels could look like that? Cherubim are a long way from being beautiful and I can't even tell you they're beautiful on the inside either, although I'm quite sure you've worked that one out for yourself already.'