The Sign Of The Angel Novels & Stories

As their palms lights up, the edges of the cave started to crack. "Are you ready?" Azrael asked in a cold voice to cover his worries. Mara nodded without hesitation. "Let's do it." The seven seraphims slit their palms and let their blood drop on Mara's back where her wound was located. She placed her palm against the invisible barrier on the entrance of the cave. She kept her mouth shut despite feeling an excruciating pain on her back and on her palm. An angel's blood is like fire that burns a demon alive when it makes a contact with its flesh or wounds but gives one stronger spiritual power. But most of the time, it means death.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

It almost didn't make sense, as all his other tattoos where either small or tiny. Another weird thing was why he left his chest out of the entire ink fest. "Phoenix is the insignia of the the Archangels." He stated coldly, that it made me drag my gaze from the yellowish white of his ceiling to the stony mask that was now his face. "I am aware of that, Almighty. Yours stands out, it isn't like the rest." "I am an Almighty, that's why." Mike snapped his reply even before I was done talking. I immediately knew there was a backstory he wasn't willing to share.

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.

she closed screamed as her body was enveloped in the light. " huh who are you?" . she finally noticed she was being carried by someone it was Helios while someone else blocked the blast. " H-hanz?"she said surprised as she stared at the angel. who just gave her a peace sign and said . " you know it babe how was my entrance" she just giggled and Said. " you're late very late " she said as she smiled at him but. " I said who are you blec-"

I let out a loud groan, recollecting yesterday's scene. "Uff... I sighed, it wasn't a dream, how unfortunate,but I am perfectly fine now. "Hey beautiful, did you sleep well?" Chelsea asked, combing her hair. "Well,yes." "I can imagine." She let out a loud breath and looked at me expressionlessly. "Did your mother in any way wrong your father? That he could have done this to you?" "I don't know but I doubt mom did something. Do you know? Dad made me sign a document for him, before his disappearance. Oh my goodness, could it have been it? "

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

In the olden days, There was a girl who was extremely known for being “unlucky”. She’s a very beautiful young girl who has experienced lots of misfortunes in her life. At that time, God sent a powerful and trustworthy Archangel down to the earth. He’s called the “Angel of God” also known as “Help from God” who lived in a disguise on earth. It is a name that he only uses as a disguise on this land. God entrusted him to protect the people of the land and the souls of the dead in the hands of evil. He was the guardian of the souls in the land of the dead and the land of the living.

beep the heart rate __/\/\___/\/\/\____________ meanwhile in the sky good angel is weeping even the evil angel eyes are filled with tears good angel : why sob why sob what she did sobb evil angel : this is her destiny good angel : what wrong she did sobb she became a orphan in overnight sobb evil angel : I told you already no one can change the destiny good angel : so is this the end evil angel : yes this is the end....... . . . is this the end??????

She questioned. "I made a deal with the devil for immortality. Nothing on earth can kill me. Not even if you rip my heart out. Which for by the way, doesn't beat. In exchange I had to be his Angel of Death. Do you know what that means?" I question rhetorically. "It means I hear the screams and plea of all the souls suffering in hell. You can imagine how that feels. And when someone dies a symbol is magical carved on my flesh. It's only visible After dark."