Requiem For Angels Novels & Stories

Angels were lying on a battlefield of sorts, their bodies sluiced open and their innards oozing out onto the ground. Emma spotted one last picture peeking out from under Hannah’s bed. This picture disturbed her most of all. She had drawn Namirha standing imperiously over an altar, with his arms in the air, holding a bejeweled knife with its blade pointed down over a body. Not just any body, Hannah’s body, lying on the altar, like a sacrificial offering. A woman was drawn at the base of the altar reaching up in futility to stop the sacrifice. She had drawn her mouth open as if she were screaming. A man, an angel, had also been drawn lying face down next to the woman, his back bloodied. Beside

This was a lot more magic than she had in the last reel. I could feel the power emanating from her, even from where I was standing. I looked over at her and the amount of bioluminescence that was surrounding her looked like a thick cloud of shining glowing specs. She was chanting something different from the last reel, and with both of her hands she motioned to throw the magic built up, directly at both of the Angels. Her magic penetrated the shield as if it weren’t even there, blasting directly into both Angels. I watched as it sent them flying. Andres was killed immediately, his body rolled lifelessly across the sand. I watched as the beginning of the tear between the realms sealed itself

New York (July 2019) Haneul knew angels weren't supposed to mourn, as they were beings that knew full well how the universe worked. For them, it wasn't a permanent goodbye as the departed soul merely merges with the Macroverse, to be awakened again when the Court of Angels deemed it so after a thousand years or so. And even if Haneul, who was once dubbed by LJ as 'the most angelic of all angels', did mourn, it wouldn't be for her. Mikazuki. Everyone around her had been suspicious of her activities as a messenger angel who had questionable ties with the demonworld before she joined their squad in the Mirror division. But at the news of her death, Haneul couldn't help but feel grief. Amara was

"I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead. "So, I decided to be re-classed. I also find Weaving a boresome task. I always see entities fall in love while I am lost, looking for that soul to complete me. So, I chose to be a Reaper, and maybe—just maybe, it could help me suppress my fantasies over that angel I had never met. And it wo

she said softly and thought she saw a flicker of regret in his eyes, but angel looked at her and smirked still pointing a gun at her "If I kill you...he'll be miserable...hahaha Emiliano will die of sorrow"it was sad to see such a handsome young man all ruined and disturbed, sia felt sorry for Angel who was laughing hysterically. If only she could help him, but she had to find a way to get out of the room unharmed

Flaming metallic scrapes rained down the sky and a pungent smell of burning flesh poisoned the air. The river flowing under the destroyed bridge was caught in red feiry blazes. The explosion had completely wiped out Blaine and his men's existence. It was an extremely distressing sight. Angela didn't dare to look over his shoulder and take in the massive destruction he had just unleashed. She knew it would haunt her forever if she did. She kept her gaze down not even meeting his eyes. Silent tears trickling down her cheeks.

“We can't control someone's feelings. Including love. Love just happens, without a clear direction and purpose. Like a bird that flies freely with its wings. Love will stop at the right place. The right people. I fell in love with Jackson. Even with Jackson. Luckily we were anchored at the same pier. See each other. Fall in love with each other. Maria does not deserve Jackson who has an angelic heart. Your son never deserved Jackson's heart. Maria is more deserving of being buried with her folly for wasting Jackson's kindness. " Jeremy was inflamed, his eyes pulled the trigger lever on the gun. Ready to shoot Beverly.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

“Don’t try to analyze me. You don’t know a damn thing about my pain.” He leaned in. His voice dropped against my ear. “That pain is the reason I’m still alive.” My heart raced. “I know I hurt you,” I whispered. Aaron let out a short laugh. “Hurt me?” he said. “You destroyed me, Angela.” “I know.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t look away. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. I don’t deserve that.” I took a breath, steadying myself. “But if you need to hear it… I’m sorry. For the lie. For everything I did that ruined your life.”

I tore off his tie and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Hold on. I’ll call an ambulance.” “No… I can feel it… I’m not going to make it…” He lifted his ruined left hand and, with blood-soaked fingers, touched my face. “Rachel… can you forgive me?” I sighed and said, “I forgive you, Victor Medici.” A brilliant light exploded in his eyes, like he was burning through the last of his life. “I love you… Rachel… I really do… One last time… I want to hear you say it again… say you love me…”