The Last Angel Novels & Stories

Haneul told his friend. "No, it's okay. I can handle this," LJ replied, bracing himself. There was no way he'd let Haneul get in there alone. The doors to the prison cell hummed as they opened, and the angels stepped onto the threshold, the doors immediately closing behind them. Her scent became more concentrated, and LJ grabbed the back of his head as he felt like creeping over his body. "Oooh. Such pretty faces. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Veronica Hermosa, Lilith's progeny of over two hundred years, lasciviously regarded the angels from the corner of her cell.

She walked towards them to the door, but the other one got in front of her, stopping her from reaching her destination. "Excuse me, you're blocking the exit." She directed to the lanky one in front of her. The not-so-lanky one turned and flipped the lock. "We will like to have a little bit of your time, if you don't mind, Angel." She snorted, "Sorry guys, not an Angel yet, but will be one in the next two months when I get up there." Forefinger pointed up, "That is IF I make it up there." Will she be making heaven? "I wouldn't be betting my money on it though. Not when I want to make the most of my last days here." She flashed a white set of teeth.

There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth. The God saw this and said to the Arin that okay you can go there.But one condition. Never tell anyone that you're an angel and never use your power to to save any human life cause if you do that you will be punished with die. Arin accepted this and goes out to the earth. On This time in the earth the the king Henry was rules the whole Britain. He was the most powerful king in this time. He had a beautiful daughter which name was isla. Everybody in the kingdom called her the Goddess of beauty.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

“Since I heard he found his mate I've been looking for ways to get into the kingdom to see if she's still breathing or did you think he killed her already." “I think you should eat your food quietly, since you said you are bored under the sea, how about I send someone to cause trouble for your people so that you can be kept entertained for some months. " You are mean,” he said, going back to eating his food quietly." Niles Ohio and other warriors couldn't believe this childish god was one of the ruthless fallen angels.

“Stay back, or I’ll put a bullet through her skull.” Rhea didn’t stop. She took another step. “You touch her, and I’ll make sure you die slower than anyone you’ve ever killed.” “Last chance.” “I don’t think so,” the Angel said. He began backing toward the metal door, dragging me with him. “You’re going to let us walk out of here. Or she dies in front of you.” Rhea ignored him, taking a step forward. The Angel’s fingers tightened around the trigger. I gulped.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. 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.

I remember all this while sipping a glass of wine, the best wine in Latin America, we were in Mexico looking for evidence of the Llorona, and I had the idea that that spirit was a Banshee, a female spirit that announces death according to Irish mythology. "Sir, we found information about the Alpha experiment" a man indicated to me as he approached me from behind. I was enjoying the view in the warm place, I look at him sideways and then fold my arms. "I have been falsely led several times to my Alpha experiment, I don't think this one is very real unless there is proof of it" I clarify to the young man. He shows me an image on his phone of a business and automotive advertisement which catche

The angel smiled for the last time. Xavier bared his wings and embraced the human. His wings slowly covered Chris. The demon didn't interfere, knowing that he already lost. The third, and the gravest sin an angel could commit; Redemption. “Tsk, you're one stubborn angel aren't you? You really made sure that you won't lose twice.” Damien opened his palms and the wind scattered the fine white dust from the demon's hand. The dust sparkled as it spreads in the air. “Farewell, Xavier.” END