Virtues Angels Novels & Stories

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

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.

That fear has fueled his self-preservation paranoia even more. "Affirmative, host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1. Angels – these beings were present on the creation of everything. They were the ones who safeguarded the realms until its completion. Acknowledged for their bravery and righteousness, they battle every foe with unbridled savagery until all that they judged evil are retuned to nihility. Angels use primordial magic of light. 2. Devils – fallen angels who desecrated what they were meant to be. Tempted by chaos, these angels discarded their wings of truth and abandoned their love for creation. They wreaked havoc upon the infinite realms. Devils use primordial magic of chaos.

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.

Seeing that she was growing nervous from having so much attention. “Since I know both sides of this war better than any of these two.” He turned to give Azrael a meaningful smile, enough to show that he cared for the two of them. “Angels feed off love, hope, and faith for our God. While the demons feed off despair, hopelessness, and all things of hate.” He saw from the body language of many within the room that he was getting them to understand. “Ava here,” his hand waved towards her; “she doesn’t need those things to aid her in this. All she needs is support in knowing that she’s doing the right thing.”

"For thousand of years, Highlands worshiped the moons. The three moon goddesses owned the skies and the entire Highlands - humans had thought that there were no other Deities out there. The Islands Across the Great Seas knew better. Sirens knew but they possessed no interest on meddling on things out of their hands. When they were gifted as interpreters, it did not include on their jod description to be moderators of the Deities. Highlands had ideas too. The Three-Head State knew the concept of other Deities and they called them false. Who would have thought? A land as perfect as Highlands, who would have thought there were other Deities who could grace humans bette "Then the Angels came. Th

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.