Requiem For Angels Novels & Stories

The priest goes to the coffin and says," Give him, o Lord, your peace and let your eternal light shine upon him. Amen." We watched as the coffin went down as In the arms of the angels start playing. You spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh, and weightless And maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

Then she whispered, “Why did you leave for a year, Damien? Really?” I swallowed hard. My mother and I had a terrible fight the night before Angel died. I begged her—I told her that her daughter wanted to see her one last time. The doctors said she wouldn’t make it through the night. But even with that, my mother was already on her way to France. She didn’t even look back. She didn’t care. Angel died without seeing her mother. And the saddest part? She missed the funeral too.

"THEN FUCKING DO SOMETHING, NIMROD!" "I'LL GET HELP!" Daniel riffled through the drawers to his little pulpit and pulled out a key ring with a thousand keys on it. A couple of wafers of ambrosia fell out on the floor as I hunched down, screaming as my fingers blackened. Underneath was tanned skin, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. An ear fell off, and Daniel looked like he was going to vomit. "Oh fuck this!" Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead.

His voice was low and I found myself nodding immediately. "I just wanted to know what happened; I don't know why I tried to touch your hair." I tried shrugging the awkward tension off and sat up straight on the couch. He straightened his posture as well, without breaking eye contact with me. "Since you're curious, there is a time that comes every year when Fallen Angels get reminded of their sins and the reason behind them falling. It's a punishment given to us to be reminded of what we did wrong and the consequences that followed our actions.” That sounds tough but it does make sense. He continued, “We don't only get to remember the accident, we also have to feel every single emotion we fel

Not what any rational being would consider a sure thing - but a helluva lot better than sitting on her plastiflesh ass waiting for help to arrive. All of which explained why Angelina was willing to launch the sled, enter the slowly orbiting debris field, and search for the necessary parts. That in spite of the fact that the activity forced her to confront bodies or parts of bodies, some of which were still quite recognizable. That's why she cried, prayed, and swore, mixing the three things together into long liturgies of her own devising. "I'm sorry, Gethro, sorry the bastards got you, sorry you died so hard. Look after him, God, he's one of the good ones, the kind you want to keep. Oh, Lord

The one evening I called, because discipline is not the same as silence, she picked up on the second ring and said hello like a woman answering a survey. “You okay?” I asked, keeping my voice on the part of the road without potholes. “Long day,” she said. “Training. Work. Brain.” “Understood.” “Good night, Remy.” Soft. Kind. Distant. I could live with my own ache. I’ve done worse. What I couldn’t live with was the reason for it walking my hallways wearing perfume like a problem, throwing half-truths like darts. Angel’s presence was a political problem the Council had made my moral one. If I expelled her without cause, I handed them a lever to pry at Sage Moon. If I let her continue to needle

But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time I’m Mazikeen, here’s my story SINFUL AND FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ARE LIKE A POISONED BREAD; THEY MAY SATISFY APPETITE FOR THE MOMENT, BUT THERE IS DEATH IN THEM AT THE END TRYON EDWARDS I could remember vividly the good old days, back then when we were all still in Heaven singing praise and worship to the Most High—yea don’t fucking look surprised, I was once an angel. A hot sexy angel as a matter of fact but it took only a bad decision to take all that glory away. Now I am what you know

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.