Virgo Angels Novels & Stories

The angels saw her face and fell in love, for they are two halves of a whole. But her mind was turned to the balance of things, and like dreams always out of reach, none of the angels could have her. The Marian was black as night, the Maiden gold as day, and the Magdalene red like blood. Marian spun the threads, the Maiden measured them, and the Magdalene cut. The archangels were her princes, executing her will. As the Dunamis, her champions, they are the bureaucracy of the universe, attending to the checks and balances of things.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

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

She spun around around quickly on instinct her hands already holding onto the needle that pinned her hair up. Before she could launch an attack the person had already caught her wrist. Cassain. His jaw was clenched. His black eyes burned with something far colder than anger. "I told you..."His voice was dangerously quiet. "...to stay behind me." For a brief second neeither of them spoke. The maid stood trembling between them. Another explosion shook the mansion. Dust drifted from the ceiling but Cassian's gaze never left Iris. "You disobeyed." "I wasn't about to leave her!"

Althea hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should tell Gavriel what she had been seeing. But given the circumstances, it felt like a sign that she needed to tell him everything. “Angels,” she continued softly. “I can see who has angels around them and who doesn’t. When I woke up, I lost the ability to hear or read minds, but I started seeing angels… and unclean spirits too. Things that aren’t visible to everyone.” She offered him a small, reassuring smile. “I have a powerful angel with me right now, so you don’t need to worry. Aurus will take care of me.”

“No fucking my bestie in my house unless you're my brother.” I look at the other men and pick the one who looks the most like Meyer’s family. I need to get him good graces if that’s the so we can both have her. This way I won’t be injured by the Serpent’s Witch. She is the Viper’s second in command. The only reason I know all of this is I’ve been an officer for Nate’s Club for about seven years now. The Death Angels are partnered with the Seraphim Serpents. We provide added protection to their businesses.

A horn appears in the archangel’s hand. Uriel blows it. It’s not a sound. It’s a shockwave. High-pitched, divine, soul-piercing. My heart slams in my chest. My blood turns electric. The clouds above us tear open—and the sky is filled with angels. Principalities. Archangels. Powers. Virtues. Dominions. The Hosts of Heaven, ready to rain down justice. Michael turns to us. “Your move.” We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal.

The woman Aragon had called “Angela.” Her name sounded like a gentle breeze beneath a starry, moonlit sky and he called to her with all of his might, but she didn’t answer. She had heard and reached out to his wolf spirit when he’d been ensnared in the gray edges between the mortal and spirit realms. A vision of the futurehad come to him when he’d been trapped there, a horrible picture of what would happen upon the mortal ground and to all of Logos’s creation if Pathos’s son Cinatas and the Milan Vampires were not stopped. Saving Angela was vital to seeing the evil destroyed.

I laughed. “Well I mean you can, but the poor girl is probably traumatized, and who knows what happened to her over there. I mean she was with the Angels... The fucking Archangel to be exact…You know the one who went rogue and separated his good side and bad side. Then together they wreaked havoc on earth. This is why they got put into Pandora’s Box, I'm sure. It was strange when they disappeared so it makes sense now… But you noticed who she was with, who was holding her hostage? The good side. You’re going to tell me that she didn’t spend the entire three months there living with those two psychos and didn’t get even kind of close to the good side?” Viper explained. “No way, I don’t even w

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.