Secret Angel Novels & Stories

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Lucien’s voice broke through the static—“Selena, if you speak that name, you might not come back.” Her hand lifted on its own, reaching toward the reflection that waited with an open palm. Maera screamed something—maybe a spell, maybe a prayer—but the wind swallowed it. The girl in the mirror leaned forward, her eyes turning red with hunger. “Say it,” she whispered. “Bring me back. Bring yourself back.” Selena’s lips parted, trembling as if caught between two worlds. The ground beneath the First Temple cracked open, glowing with symbols that hadn’t burned since the first gate was locked.

Siri looked into Angelica’s eyes, eyes the same color as her own. Suddenly, the house shook as Siri let out a shriek and fell to her knees. Lightning lit the sky as she clutched her chest and began to sob. I cursed under my breath and quickly moved to her side, kneeling next to her. I put one hand on her shoulder and when she looked at me, I spoke softly, “You’re going to fall asleep; you’ll be here and safe when you wake. Sleep.” Her tears stopped, and she slumped onto my chest as she fell into a deep sleep, not fighting my spell.

he shouted, gripping his sword tightly. The figure stopped momentarily before gently bringing down its hood. A lady with intense gaze and an enigmatic presence moved towards the front. "My name is Selene, the one who holds Secrets," she stated, her voice steady and controlled. "I have arrived to assist you in comprehending the real essence of the darkness you are confronting." Xander and Eva shared a look, both intrigued. "Can you clarify your point?" Eva inquired as she moved ahead.

“ He explained The saahir (magician, practitioner of witchcraft) does sihr or learns sihr only after worshipping and serving the shayaateen, and drawing close to them by means of the things that they like. After that, they teach him the means of sihr. But, praise be to Allaah, there is no reason why the person who has been affected by sihr should not be treated by means of reciting Qur’aan and the prayers for refuge with Allaah that are prescribed in sharee’ah, and permissible medicines, just as patients with all kinds of sicknesses are treated by doctors. The patient does not necessarily recover, because not every sick person does recover. A sick patient might be treated and then recover if

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

"If you cared about her so much, why did you leave?!" "I had to!" Seth snapped. Sera's eyes widened, and she felt herself take a step back. Just now, she had seen his eyes change color, and the whole air had grown heavy and nearly suffocating. "I am... not as human as you think, Sera. If I had stayed with you and Kerry, I would have only been putting our daughter's life in danger." "Wait... you're a supernatural?" "I wish it was that easy," he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Seth never thought he would be unveiling his secret like this. "I... I am what you call an Archangel."

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.

Damona said while giving a thumbs up, and Alice snorted. Damona and Demonise teleported beside Alice, Val, and Azrael. “Woah, did you summon those high-ranking spirits, Azra?!” Damona asked with eyes sparkling while looking at the three spirit beasts. Azrael smiled and nodded. “Samael and Yael, long time no see.” Alice said while grinning. She glanced at Angelo and in just a snap of her finger, she teleported Angelo beside her and touched his head to dispel the spell Yael had cast on. Angelo’s tiny figure almost fell down, but Azrael caught him and the poor boy lost consciousness.