Seraphim Vs Angel Novels & Stories

He extended his hand for a dance, The inky blackness night sky, thick clouds blotted out the stars, masked the full moon filling the water with blue light, the colossal wave’s crash onto the tick, wet sand, and the icy and withering wind became a silent spectator of Angel in Devil’s arms, both souls swaying and swirling to the lyrics of Christina Perri- A thousand Years song. S –“Did I tell you how beautiful you looking tonight My Dove”, he whispered in her ears A – Her breathing was rapid due to proximity, “Nope,” she complained in a baby voice with a pout at the end.

She gave me a cheeky wave and I waved back lightly. I hid myself before the woman could swivel her head to look at me. "Who are you talking about?" The woman asked. "An angel. She was right there mommy, she even waved at me." Alexis explained. "There's no one there, Alexis. You're just giving me excuses so that I can let you play in the rain. Not happening!" The lady muttered immaculately and I heard the little one huff loudly. "But mommy I really saw a beautiful angel..." Her voice trailed off. Beautiful angel huh? I'm no where close to being an angel and I will never be. With the amount of hatred that I have in my heart I don't think I deserve to be called an angel.

"You are part of that classification. In charge of death and re birth! Tch!" And then the Angel of Death chuckled, messing her hair up which she tries to slap away. She turns her back on him, having a grumpy look on her face. Yes, she idolizes him for being that kind of Angel but they say it is hard. He is the first to be The Angel of Death, much superior than the Angel of Powers. Although they are alike, he was more powerful. "I will do my job so I can get out of here," she says , flattening out the wrinkles in her face with a sigh. "Will see each other often at the real sky soon. Tch!"

It has being my desire to go down to earth and stay with the little being, but I have never been selected as a guardian angel before because I wasn’t among the angel warriors and I wasn’t ready to be. The perfect beings are always posed to face different types of persecutions and evil on earth because of how they are, they can be created in form of male or female. They are blessed with divine beauty which cannot been seen on earth, everything about them is always perfect and they always shine brighter among their colleagues, even beyond their colleagues. Because of their nature, they are always threading on dangerous road, so a guardian angel is always sent with them to earth to wade off evi

“What if she’s an ancient Seraphim? Most young angels are either half-breeds or of a different caste? Ancient Seraphims are rare, aren’t they? It would make sense that he created her and changed his mind after Lucifer’s fall.” I think his words through as we walk out the door and make our way back to the living room. “There is some logic to what you’re saying, mate. The creator can be an enigmatic bloke. It would be an ironic way for him to seek reprisal by assigning Lucifer’s mate to protect the one who’s destined to birth his destruction.” Bree’s panicked voice breaks through our musings as she and Zoe step into the room behind us. “Wait, hold on a minute. What do you mean by birth? Are yo

“Don Medici, do you love Miss Sophia?” Victor chose his words carefully, as if weighing every single one. “Sophia, she’s like the sun, innocent and bright. I won’t deny that I’ve fallen in love with her, too, but you need to understand. These two kinds of love are different.” His voice dropped lower, almost like a confession. “Rachel is like a scar over my heart, and Sophia is like the coat that covers that scar. Even though I’ve chosen Sophia as that coat…” His tone turned strangely intense and almost obsessive. “Rachel will be the one closest to my heart.”

“Τύφωνας.’ Seraphim uttered in Greek as he broke the silence. “To imagine that such a monstrous creature exists. I’m sure it wasn’t as horrible as my nightmares. Such monsters, great beings, exist beyond the realm of wolves, and human understanding perplexes me. I suppose it may be compared to a God. It seemed stronger than the moon goddess. It was the biggest beast I’d ever seen.’ “More like a demon.’ Zephyr added. Seraphim smiled. “Who knows? Is there a difference?’ “He is powerful. I could never defeat that thing. I would lose my life before I even get started.’ “That’s why we are in this together. I would love to see that demon again. I have so many questions about it. I want to know why

"Seraph?" "Yes… Seraphs were angelic creatures but fiery in nature. They were mischievous and a few of them were punished by God and sent to earth. Those who were sent to earth created a small world of their own but this environment wasn't for them. So, they mated with humans and created hybrids. Their generations were able to survive on mortal land." He explained. "Why does it have to do something with me?" I raised my brows at him. "You are one of them… not a pure seraph but you have their bloodline. I could smell that from long miles" he grinned at me and I was shocked.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

Let alone hypnotize her. "Don't think you can escape from me, Seraphine. I am an angel descended from the heavens, to punish your sins." I, still standing on the ground, snorted a laugh upon hearing her booming voice from above. An angel, she says? Quite amusing. "If you truly consider yourself an angel, stop your foolish attacks and face me. Do you want to destroy this garden? I thought you were an intelligent angel capable of clear thinking." My provocation caused her wings to suddenly stop flapping. And because of that, her feathers that acted like bombs no longer rained destruction upon the innocent garden land.