Virtues Angels Novels & Stories

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

The other Serviteurs bowed down in bliss. He then added, “Angels are the purest form of our kind, but they can be naïve like us mere mortals. We must prevent them from making the same mistakes as our ancestors did. That is why we must preserve such an ethereal status and make it truly holy!” The other Serviteurs bowed their heads once again in approval. Outside the house however arrived a large carriage, which when the Serviteurs saw from their windows, they called upon their brothers and sisters, and everyone put on their best behaviour.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

I encouraged, expectantly looking at him, feeling already curious. “Blake...we are not humans.” Ok, this guy over here has officially lost his brains. “You’re not? Then what are you, aliens?” I joked, letting out a small chuckle, noticing how his expression remained unchanged. “No, Blake. We are angels. The Archangels.” “Yeah, right. And I’m Virgin Mary.” At least the first part is true. “Wait, what?” I suddenly heard him ask. What the hell? Did I just say that out loud?

Mr Carter writes; My dearest love, You gave me the greatest joy when you agreed to be a part of my life and for that reason, I promised to love you no matter what. We happily got married and I gave you the kind of wedding you wanted. I gave you everything you wanted. I realized as days went by that I had only made you a prisoner. I felt sad as I watched you turn into something I didn't recognise. I gave you all you wanted and asked and the only thing I asked of you was to let me honour the woman who made me who I am and that one request you could not grant. Because of that one request, I made, you became a devil. You were a special soul, humble, and beautiful until the day I decided to take

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

He just turned his face around to the kids who were laughing with each other. " You deserve all the happiness, Angel. You were my innocent angel and you will remain my angel forever even though you chose someone else," VR thought mentally and closed his eyes to control the tears.

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

He didn’t think this would make a great impact on her, he was happy knowing his Angel cared for him, loved him as he does, Shiv-“Shhh Baby, stop crying you know right I hate these tears in your eyes, these are not less than any arrow preaching my soul (saying this he wiped her tears and took her into a hug). I’m always and will be proud of you My Dove, will always stand by you no matter what, you no need to thank me, my love, you are my priority, supporting you, caring for you, loving you, you are my everything, I would always do it, till my last breath”