The Angelmakers Novels & Stories

As Jason led Julia in, she could not help but find herself being mesmerised by the beautiful and elegant structure of the building, but she could not immerse herself in it for too long as she was pulled gently into it. *** “What have you got?” Donatello questioned as Marcello entered the office. “I have received some reports from our men and as we speak Marco and his men including Martin are currently on the run. I learnt that they are wanted by the U.S government.” Marcello explained. Don scoffed and lifted his hand to his chin. When he replayed the whole scene of his rivals escaping, he chuckled. They were never meant to be. Not in Italy, or any other location. He was the leader, the one w

It hummed with a sound that made my teeth ache—the sound of a billion hard drives spinning at once. **The Central Hub.** Standing at the base of the tower was an army. Not wolves. Not humans. They were **Angels**. At least, that’s what they looked like. They were ten feet tall, made of white porcelain, with wings made of fiber-optic cables. They held swords of pure, white light. "The 'Security Subroutines,'" Rowan hissed, his bronze skin beginning to glow with a violet fire. "They’ve come to 'Format' the drive."

We needed to end him and his reign of fuckery. “I want to thank each and every one of you for aiding us today,” Angel said to the large crowd of those who will go today. “Like it was mentioned, there are many innocents with them. However, not everyone who claims to be innocent actually is. Use your best judgment. We can always sift through everyone once this is over. They have taken women, men, and pups, using them however they see fit. The depravity that we’ve witnessed while planning this has been truly heartbreaking. Today, as we go on towards victory, we do this for our pack – a pack that’s a family. We also do this so that the vile bastards can’t continue hurting others. Thank you for s

I said. I could see Rowen piecing things together, then anger flashed through his eyes. “Those dirty fucking Angels.” He muttered under his breath. “So what is their endgame? Why would they fake us out like that?” He asked. I just shook my head. “I have no idea, it doesn't make sense.” I replied, furrowing my brow. “Maybe we are going about it all wrong? Maybe the Angels aren't working with The Others at all? Maybe they have their own agenda and we keep thinking they are one and the same. The Others want to open a portal between The Otherside and our realm. The Angels have spoken about that, yes, but no one can do anything until the creature from this realm we are currently in, is released a

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

And in time, each of their stories shall unfold. There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and those who held the hand of death far too pr

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar

then. In her opinion, Angel Enable was a sweet-looking girl who looked lively but a bit silly and easy to fool. Until an accident occurred during the mission, all the other mercenaries who were traveling with her were sacrificed, and she and Angel were killed. He was sealed in the cave for a full week. And this week... The capable angel's mouth kept chattering. From why I left Rutland to what albums I like, we chatted from the south to the north. A full seven days.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha