Seven Heavenly Virtues Angels Novels & Stories

Chapter 93 - Epilogue. It has been quite the month of blessings. On my part for being given yet another opportunity to converse with probably my favorite family in Hollywood. A blessing on their part for safely bringing two Angels into this world. Speaking of Angel's, Heaven and Nevaeh Levetté are their given names. Yes, Nevaeh is Heaven backwards. Pronounced neh-veh-ah bet you weren't expecting that one now were you? We took to Wikipedia to get a more profound meaning—

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

The corner of my lips turned up and I shook my head, slightly frowning when he suddenly laughed. "You know, Devi. That's why I voted for you for Videlle," I was stunned by what Tito said, I faked a laugh and scratched the tip of my nose. Until now, Tito still hopes that I will have feelings for Videlle... "Dad!" "I-I'm leaving first." I said goodbye to both of them and left because I couldn't stand the two of them looking at each other, you really can't deny that Videlle is the heir of Tito Vince.

Layon shrugged, though the amused smirk on his face said differently. "Don't even try and deny the fact that woman is a conquest of yours!" Angel snarled at him, far more vicious than she'd expected herself to be. She stumbled to a halt, stunned by her own reaction. "What's the matter? Jealous?" he rumbled with laughter but before Angel could protest, he began to shake his head, "I've never been with Fuchsia but her sister Violet, well, let's just say they both took a shine to me."

Little did he know that the next confession would lead him down a path of emotions he had long suppressed. The sharp sound of a stiletto caught the attention of another man serving in the lord's presence. He looked up to see a lady with black hair, fair skin, and an alluring figure. "I wonder what a beauty like her has to confess," the guy mumbled as he watched Khana knock before entering the confession room. Khana sat, her voice trembling as she began to speak, "In the name of the Holy Spirit, Amen." "May the presence of the Lord be with you. May the Lord find the path to your heart. May you humbly confess your sins in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Father Henr

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

His treason was the reason why he was casted out of heaven. "Then God did something no Angels have ever thought God would do. He put a piece of himself inside the bodies of the Spirituals. It was called the spirit. Angels explain it like this. They say that they saw a drop of water that was shinier than all the suns in the galaxy. And it was pure with its colour too. It was blue, the symbol of purity and good. They said they saw God putting that in the bodies of the Spirituals. Now God didn't use all the power of the archangels. He kept some safe. After all, this was all when God was creating the humans." Perhaps the creation of humans was a damn amazing miracle. I finally understood how hum

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

The "Thrones or Elders, are a class of celestial beings. The Dominations regulate the duties of lower angels. It is only with extreme rarity that the angelic lords make themselves physically known to humans. The Dominations are believed to look like divinely beautiful humans with a pair of feathered wings, much like the common representation of angels, but they may be distinguished from other groups by wielding orbs of light fastened to the heads of their scepters or on the pommel of their swords. Virtues/Strongholds : these angels are those through which signs and miracles are made in the world. Powers/Authorities : Being warrior angels, they also oppose evil spirits, especially those that