Significado De Ángel Novels & Stories

'Funny you should say that actually, because usually I do. 'So, what's different now?' ' What's different?' he said, his face twisting bitterly. 'What's different, Casey, is that what happened yesterday should never have happened. That thing you saw – the Angel – is no ordinary angel sent out to wreak divine judgement on those that have seen our world. That Angel was a Cherubim and I haven't seen a Cherubim in a very, very long time.' 'A Cherubim?' I frowned. 'You mean, like a Cherub?'

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

I whisper, shocked. "You are nature. Your magic is constructive. There is a book somewhere in my study, where they forecasted your arrival for the greater good of all the creatures. There is a picture of you with your soulmate who has black wings and of a warrior Angel behind you both" he tells it like, he didn't expect it to happen, but it did anyway. This is too big and beyond us. The lord above has something very big planning from above there. "What do you mean by a book on us. A warrior Angel was with us? Great uncle, warrior Angels were sent for only special purpose. They will not stay on earth with us. They are bound to heaven and the lord. It is simply not possible" I argue with him.

(Titus p.o.v) I strode over to the throne and kneeled to my queen and king. “Rise,” she stated. Standing up, I remained silent. “Do you have it?” “Yes,” I answered carefully while pondering why did she want the angel essence of Gabriel. An angel essence Is connected to that person. If they become corrupted, so do their essence. When being sent into The Dark World, angels become demons. When demons are sent here, they die as soon as day breaks.

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.

"They are just... sensitive." "Sensitive?" I let my hands return to my lap. "Angel wings are the most precious thing in the world to them. They protect them at all costs. An angel who loses his wings is condemned to hell. It's the same with demons." "What does it feel like?" I asked and saw a smirk on his face.

“An evolutionary saint huh…” Angels were divided into four groups based on their powers, two-winged angels were the newborn angels, four-winged angels were grown angels, and five-winged angels were the unique ones. They were angels who had gained ‘enlightenment’, were stronger than normal angels but weaker than saints, and due to this were called ‘evolutionary saints’. Finally, were the six-winged angels who were called ‘saints’. They were the most powerful of all.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

She used to wiggle her nose the same way the angel did when she was overwhelmed. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. “I am a divine creation; I am an example of the best experiment of the gods,” said the angel with amusement. "You can call me Azael. Let's omit the fact that I'm some sort of distant great-great-grandfather to you. Let's say I'm just an accidental creator of your family, and I'm your spiritual guardian. An envoy of the gods." I shook my head in disbelief. The things the angel was saying sounded crazy to me, and I was understanding absolutely nothing, so I looked around in confusion.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?