Seven Heavenly Virtues Angels Novels & Stories

She couldn't believe what was happening was actually happening. 'Stanley Chatwin, the love of her life, was about to propose to her.' Stan made Lauren look at him after which he wiped her tears with his thumb. "Lauren, you are an Angel sent to me by God and you're honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me." "My life was hell before I met you but you walked in and made it seem like heaven again." "You believed in me when I had even lost hope in myself, you have always been there to give me a shoulder to lean on, you worry about my worries even more than I do and you're always ready to put my happiness first in all that you do."

But you can't to marry her. Arin - You know everything my lord. And also know that how much i love her. I want to stay with her lifelong. Even i lost my all power for that i really don't care. Because she is mine, my everything. God - Arin. I think You have become very emotional from being with humans for so long. You are maybe forgot that if an angel breaks the rules then he not only lost his power,also he will punished harshly. And an angel never marry a human this is our rules.This is the reason of I come here.

It was no wonder, they had been nearly burnt to death with just a step to heaven with how strict their judging system was. Sin was known as a taint to angels and a tainted angel needed blessings from the holy fountain to be cleansed. Angels could also be tainted by their followers. By doing good deeds, angels accumulated followers from the lower realms who worshipped them and thus gave them faith but followers weren’t as pure as angels, and thus some faith given was filled with impurities. Of course, a faith too impure would be automatically filtered away by the angel’s bloodline, the rest could be accepted and thus followers were another tainters of an angel.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Seeing that she was growing nervous from having so much attention. “Since I know both sides of this war better than any of these two.” He turned to give Azrael a meaningful smile, enough to show that he cared for the two of them. “Angels feed off love, hope, and faith for our God. While the demons feed off despair, hopelessness, and all things of hate.” He saw from the body language of many within the room that he was getting them to understand. “Ava here,” his hand waved towards her; “she doesn’t need those things to aid her in this. All she needs is support in knowing that she’s doing the right thing.”

I will never let anyone else take him away from me ever again! Then Tony slowly raised Angel’s tear stained face. There was a tenderness in his movements. But his hands shook. Like he was holding a glass. Their eyes met. Silver to violet. And there, Angel saw it. Love. Relief. Amazement. And something else… Devotion. The weight in Angel’s chest cracked open. He hadn't failed to save a life. He didn't need to feel guilty. He had saved Tony. The one he fell crazily in love with.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

A horn appears in the archangel’s hand. Uriel blows it. It’s not a sound. It’s a shockwave. High-pitched, divine, soul-piercing. My heart slams in my chest. My blood turns electric. The clouds above us tear open—and the sky is filled with angels. Principalities. Archangels. Powers. Virtues. Dominions. The Hosts of Heaven, ready to rain down justice. Michael turns to us. “Your move.” We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal.