Stories About Angel Novels & Stories

Maybe they were the souls that died a hundred years ago because I didn’t bring them to the place where they were supposed to be. “Did you know someone who has a white smoke?” I asked her and it took her seconds before she answered and then she shook her head. “I don’t know an angel who has a white smoke… I don’t have complete information about the angels who join the rebellion. Since they fell on earth they get exiled and we are not allowed to communicate with them” She answered and looked at me “Why?” She asked but I didn’t answer because I think it is too early for her to know.

And it was during this war that the corruption was infused, it started. Some Angels switched sides, those ones who became the devil's angels but then they could not exactly be called or still remained "angels" so they underwent a transformation. From the earliest times, these transformations were not or rather, could not be fully carried out perfectly so the transformed Angels turned out to be weird creatures which we had only heard about in stories and as myths.

“I mean, I’m also a man, so I know..” Tony’s brows lifted. Still not saying anything. “Are you telling me you came to that party, unprepared?” Angel’s voice sounded surprised. Then whispered, “Lots of ladies.. or men..” Then he stopped. “And you’re not expecting yourself to have sex? You?” Then Tony asked, “Is that really too hard to believe?” Angel shrugged. “Well, I mean, you’re not the type.. I thought you were more, like, always having one night stands.” Angel admitted truthfully.

“It basically says that if God doesn’t want his angels to be with humans, he punishes them. Back in ancient times, angels came down and mated with humans, causing the birth of giants. When God found out, he cast those angels out of Heaven.” Ava closed her eyes, “I heard a little of that from Az. He admitted that he may have been one of those angels, but God made him into what he is today. But;” she glanced around for a moment before going on, "it seems that he has been getting permission to be with me.” Mavis gaped at her friend; before replying, “For your sake, I hope so.” She glanced towards the clock, “We should start heading for class, I’ll see you at lunch.”

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.

Casper's gaze drops to the floor, shame evident in his expression as he begins to mop up the blood. Leaning against the door for support, I whisper, "Speak." "You might wanna take a seat," Angel suggests, gesturing to a nearby chair. "It's a long story." Vivaldi rolls his eyes in disinterest while I hesitantly make my way to the seat. As Angel begins his sympathetic life story, I can't help but feel bad for him. I've always wondered why he left Shadowvale and what caused the rift between him and his family, but Chloe would never tell anyone.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

There was a sense of curiosity that he wanted to ask, but he felt that it was impossible to ask a question at this point. But there was one other thing that made her curious besides the questions she wanted to ask. Ardina looked seriously at Rail's face. She was curious about the real form of angels, according to her mother's story, angels are creatures that have never experienced self-aging. The skin is very smooth, soft, and shiny. It is from her mother's story that she knows what an angel looks like. And now, she is in the presence of the Angel of Death. Paying close attention to the face of the very handsome angel. Without realizing it, Ardina's hand was near Rail's face, but she didn't

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”