The Angelmakers Novels & Stories

All Enfablers are like a big family, a sisterhood that spans the globe – but the angels take it to the extreme. Angels stick together with one goal in mind. Their sole aim is to get chosen. To get noticed by their idol, and to have the honor of being one of the special angels that "Alastaire takes up to heaven" after each concert. That's what the rumors online say, and it looks like there might be some truth to them. The girl in the sparkly gold top is smiling sweetly but her voice is cold. "So tell me, jailbait, which one of them was it?"

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Now that angels were involved and had managed to get so close to her, I didn't have time to lose. Angels were another thing humans got wrong. They aren't pure and virtuous like people thought. Yes they started in heaven, but they were mostly warriors. They were brutal, murderous, warriors who care as much about other people’s lives as demons. When you get right down to it there isn't too much difference in demons and angels. Demons promise to make all your dreams come true and we do for a while, but we never lie. When we make a promise we keep it. You just have to be very clear as most people leave a lot of room for extra creativity on our part. Angels, however, they make you believe they

“Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.” “I will!” Victor shouted immediately. “I’m willing to accept your judgment, Rachel, as long as I get to stay by your side!” I nodded. “I’m a fair person. That depends on whether everyone here is willing to give you that chance.” The elders looked at him in silence. “No one objects!” Victor’s face lit up with hope. “I request–” “I object!” Chiara objected. She walked straight up to Victor and spat in his face. Her eyes were red as she glared at him.

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Mark ventured, “What did the woman Gammy mean by another angel falling?” Evelynn spoke up softly as was her way, “The angel who have discord with the earth realm are falling from the heavens like Lucifer did. They do not understand that once they do this they will be stuck unless Lucifer takes them in. The angel Crael and Atriel are not honest with those they turning to their side.” Cronos picked it up from there, “From what Rose was able to tell me on our way to the packhouse, the angels who angered by Zeus love for humans and supernatural species, are building an army to overthrow Zeus and destroy all life in the earth realm.”

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.