Stories About Angel Novels & Stories

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

She said, “They told me all in their own voices. They all said the same things. They can’t talk to each other only me and now Mitsuhide. If there is another bone talker, they would tell the same story to them.” “I believe her.” Kenshin stated as one of the humans started nodding as they believed her as well, but the angels stood apart and more aloof. The looks they all had were disbelief. They wouldn’t want the truth to be that simple. They wanted to hate the demonas and even the humans to a lessor degree because they were just supieror to everything. “It was a nice story, Princess.” one of the angels said somewhat condescendingly.

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

She almost snorted. This whole scenario felt absurdly similar to one of those dark romance novels she read during her free time, were the girl gets kidnapped, she falls in love with the overly handsome kidnapper. With all the high se***l tension. Those stories were completely fictional. At this point, She was the girl waiting for the perfect moment to drive a knife into his heart.

But then, one might wonder if anyone on Earth has everything under control. You must be wondering why this writer has chosen to sound so lame, but fear not, for Angel's tale is not done yet. No one's story is ever truly done, but right now, we will leave Angel to talk about someone else, for while Angel was busy preparing her revenge on her ex-husband and twin sister, this pure soul was waiting for the love of her life to fall right through the sky and into her arms. And don't you worry, for I will be the one to tell you about this girl, the girl named Fiona.

But in here, hopefully, the two of you could unlock your fullest capabilities,” Celeste explained as she started to crack open the eggs and let the insides go down the bowl. “Capabilities?” Isuzu asked. “Each angel has its capability. Either that of a grand angel whose capabilities are ‘original’ or that of a typical angel whose capabilities are branching a grand angel’s.” Celeste explained. “We prefer to keep the secrets on how angels work,” Celeste explained, “That’s why most tales you heard about us are very watered down indeed.” She added as she poured in milk and started to whisk the bowl.

She had to tell me what he was, what made him so special and what those things behind him were. “You’ve heard stories, right?” she said quietly. “About Angels? My breath caught. “Yes,” I replied. “Supernatural beings that protect the earth, they are in heaven with God, he is the all time supreme being.” “Humans,” she rolled her eyes. “Well, there's a little truth in it. The supreme one and all, after all, he's the one that cast demons here.” I nodded, soaking in all the information. “So he is—”

This is how the story goes… I was at the tender age of six when a certain Arch Angel was tasked with a duty, which is unknown, but this Angel was sent to earth and only had one service to perform. Though upon his stay, he encountered a woman whom he had fallen in love with. He did, at every cost, extended what he was meant to do to spend as much time with this woman as he could. This woman was believed to be a plain servant, had no knowledge at the time of whom this Angel truly was.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.