Virtues Angels Novels & Stories

“I go by Mischief now.” Mischief grasped the Addict’s arm, swinging him to his feet and then in a wide arc. The angels’ wings wrapped around each other, as they slow danced to the song that had been played for me, close and intimate. Then the Addict purred. I blinked. Angels purred when they were happy…? Or maybe only when they were hard-on happy…? Either way, that was hot. “Zophia or Mischief, I care only that you’re here,” the Addict murmured. “The sorceres—”

As the Dunamis, her champions, they are the bureaucracy of the universe, attending to the checks and balances of things. There was Lucifer, most high, preeminent among the angels. He was her retainer, the one she whispered her fears, hopes, and dreams to. He is the Spirit of Knowledge. Next is Michael, the Spirit of God. Raphael, the Lord of Compassion. Metatron, the Prince of Counsel. Raziel, the Seraph of Knowledge. Gabriel, the Angel of Might. And Samael, the Ruler of Fear. Across the abyss, the sun rises on Earth.

I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, though I already feared the answer. "We are angels," Ajal answered softly but firmly. "We, as holy beings, are defined by our obedience to Father’s commands—we serve without question, we love without condition, and we exist solely for His purpose. But falling in love with a human… that would mean that our loyalty is divided. It would mean that we are no longer only Father’s servants, and that we do not serve Him alone anymore. We would belong to someone else too, and that is something that is not permitted for those who dwell in the light." He patted my shoulder one last time, giving me a look filled with warning and kindness, before he stood up straig

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

Through him, she became changed . More .' 'A Demon?' I asked. He tapped the cigarette on the side of the ashtray. 'Humans can't become Demons, only Angels can. No, my father gave her a gift, one that he stole from them . You see, in their vault, the Angels keep all manner of shady things. Some people think they're real and have spent lifetimes searching for them. Most think they're nothing but myths and legends. These things have been woven into stories over time, until you think well, that just can't be true, can it? If you start investigating the possibility that it might not be fiction, the trail will lead you down so many paths, that you'll have no idea which one to take and get so total

His holder is the most significant person in the dimension Ophuchus created, thus his existence is both a threat and salvation for Ophiuchus' plan knowing his capabilities and strong bond with his holder which is one of the keys to Ophiuchus plan to succeed. VIRGO- Commanding the primary element of the wind, she is the 9th ark angel with the image of a maiden who pledges her loyalty and guardianship to everything God created. Her mirrored life and existence centers to the original holder as the shard heart and soul of the time and space dimension princess and the flame-fire price.

Not only could he commit sins and still be free but he barely ever showed his angelic form. Usually, angels hid their identities when helping people but in any other situation they loved to flaunt their purity. A bunch of prideful, pretentious fucks that only knew how to hide themselves that was what the demons thought of the angels. “Welcome lords. As you’ve all heard, we have a certain issue we would love your help with,” the angel lord stated softly while swiftly glancing at the trio. One was a demon embodying lust and envy, the other embodying wrath and pride, and the worst of them all the one called their king embodying the sin of sloth, gluttony, and greed. Disgusting trash that he dar

Angela could not do anything to Vlad though because he would never come around when the more powerful angels were in the vicinity and they could never track down his whereabouts. After some time, they entered a state of war but Vlad never stopped loving her. If anything, he worked hard to subtly direct the demons under him away from wherever she was at. In the meantime, Angela used this chance to be as merciless as she wanted. She purged villages that had reports of demons and killed off any bad characters regardless of whether they are human or demon. There were several instances when she was held back by people who claim that her target was human but she would give the excuse that the demo