Virtues Angels Appearance Novels & Stories

“What in Beelzebub’s name is going on here?” That velvety, unmistakable voice suddenly stopped our every action, drawing our attention and the very moment we looked up, our guardian archangels slowly descended from the perfectly clear sky, Lucifer’s ebony with a tinge of red wings gracefully flapping through the air as he firstly touched the ground, quickly followed by Azrael, Gabriel and Michael. I simply stared at them in awe, silently admiring Michael and Gabriel’s wings, -since this was the first time I was actually seeing them- noticing the few bloody red feathers at each ending, contrasting that pure white, also exhaling in relief, feeling so thankful for their such great timing.

Still sitting in the armchair and motionless, I lost myself in the image of Veronica Vacchiano. Like a Greek goddess never described in history and touched by the moonlight at that early hour, she was sitting up in bed, her torso completely naked while the thin sheet remained wrapped around her legs, her wavy hair half messy and tangled, her face marked by the pillow, and letting out one sleepy yawn after another. Damn it! At that moment, for the first time, besides the evil being in high heels that always bothered me, I saw that Veronica was also an angel. My little angel with horns and a devil's pointed tail.

My gaze shifts to my three motionless companions, frozen in time. A radiant angel materializes before me, its ethereal presence evoking vivid memories of the visions my grandmother, Selene, had shared with me. Conflicting emotions surge within me, unsure whether to be enraged by the angel’s unexpected appearance or bewildered by its purpose. Part of me yearns for a reality where Selene had kept the truth hidden, shielding me from this current disdain I harbor towards the celestial being standing before me.

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.

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

A voice demanded Angy hesitantly opened her eyes only for her for her jaw to basically drop open, not believing what she was seeing Before her wasn't the priest who she had been speaking with earlier, instead a lean figure wrapped in white shirt and pants with long white hair pulled in a bun, his face was flawless and skin that appeared so white he almost looked like a statue made out of porcelain, what seemed more unrealistic was the tuff of white feathers that made up two pairs of large wings in the purest of white she had ever seen. They dragged on the floor just behind him He..he was beautiful. Too beautiful. Eerily beautiful

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

Some demons live in hell while some stay on earth to spread sins and tempt humans. As deception is seen as a sin, only the demons are able to camouflage themselves among the humans, while the angels appear before humans in their truest form. As such, humans are able to tell who are the angels but not who the demons are. Only the more powerful angels who has the ability to perceive one's aura is able to identify the hiding demons. Humans have a murky mud and earthy colour to their aura. Demons have grey to black auras, depending on the level of their power. The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions.

Jut always remember that once the curtained open, you are Psyche, and not Angela. I was just mumbling some self-encouragements when I felt someone stood beside me. I quickly tilted my head at my side and I think my jaw just literally dropped upon seeing the most handsome angel standing beside me. He’s wearing a white loose long-sleeved shirt and a white pants with a huge white wings attached on his back. His hair goes back to its curl again and it made him more resemble with a real angel. I was surprised when he suddenly looked at me. Then his eyes went down to my dress then to the neckline of my dress. I quickly covered myself using my hands as I took a step back from him. I even saw him la

Damon Pov "Granpa tell me? You said seven angels were thrown down," I reminded him. "I said, seven angels. When did I say, seven male angels," He smirked at me? "Oh, yes. But we all know angels are male," I tried to cover my stupid question. "Who said?" He answered. "Angels are spirit; there is no male or female in it. Yes, they need a vessel to come on the earth, and that body could be a male or a female." He answered.