Virtue Angels Novels & Stories

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

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

’ His gift— just ten paces away from where he hid. Unaware. Vulnerable. Shivering and clinging to the Santa De Leones mutt! Rage boiled in his chest. ‘That boy was mine!’ He clenched his fist. ‘I prepared him!’ Like a sculptor carving from marble. Like an artist perfecting his muse! ‘I saw him first!’ Violet eyes. The color of a rare, precious gem. A unique beauty. He’d seen countless young men. Bought and sold them. But none possessed Angel’s ethereal quality.

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

one said as she looked at him like his head was going to explode any second for his ability not to listen was evident. “If you think you are better than any other creature on any of the realms, you are sadly mistaken. I will not rush to get to you or your kind. The Angels are a bunch of spoiled whiney children throughing a temper tantuam. Send the word, or you might regret it.” She said. The angels all glared at her but she glared back, and they saw the depths of her convictions. They were vain creatures, but they also knew she could wipe out the realm if she so chose to do. As they started back to their doorway, she heard one conversation taking place.

Valerie's left eye glowed bright blue, and Angela's right eye did the same. “As the Herald of Truth, I have seen no good amongst the people of Merigold. All you have done is cause pain and suffering to the innocent; you have told and believed lies against the goddess and will suffer for it,” Valerie said with a blank expression. “As the Herald of Fate, I have seen that you all do not deserve the gifts bestowed upon you by the goddess. Your lives are hereby rendered meaningless before her eyes, and so you shall be eradicated,” Angela said.

Vivian asked. "I am" She said as she held her blue book "I am Fate. The Angel of Fate and Destiny" "So angels can be good or bad too," Vivian said. "So, you think I am bad?" She asked with a grin, with anger hidden on her face. "You hurt him, anyone who hurts him is bad." Vivian said. Fate just smirked and said "Why do you think that?" "Jericho is good to everyone. He never complains even when he's tired or hurt, he just does his work, no matter how depressing it gets to see people die and those who are left behind just end up blaming him when you're the one who decides who is to die.

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev