The Last Angel Novels & Stories

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

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

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

Axton to me, confused about the whole scenario, but not to me, his devious plans were as clear as day. The unmistakable sound of a helicopter landing someplace in the distance disrupted my words as well as Mr Axton’s attention. “This conversation isn’t over, Elena.“ He said and moved his chair. Then he stopped at the door to stare at me one last time. “Uh and, you can put up with the formalities for Mrs. Lopez. I’m Angel. Just Angel.” Just Angel. I stared out the window of my designated room towards the field below where the now-vacated helicopter had landed with mixed feelings. I didn't know what to make of Angel Axton. Yet.

A dim angel. The longer she looked, the more persuaded she got to be this wasn’t an blessed messenger. He was as excellent as one, that was for beyond any doubt. His expression was one of ponder, as if he were gazing at something uncommon and dazzling that he didn’t merit to see. The see painted over his sharp, aristocratic highlights gave him the see of a carved-stone statue come to life. She tilted her head, and the light moved on his confront. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t indeed appear to breathe. She grinned, considering that this had to be a dream.