Who Is God Favorite Angel Novels & Stories

Just them, manipulating everyone and everything just the way they want it all to be. He pulled me closer. 'You want a God, Casey? Well then, they're your gods. Them. The Angels. And they're the only gods this world has ever had.'

Abel spoke, jumping up and down on the bed. “You’ve completely lost it. How am I supposed to talk to a Goddess? She is a Goddess.” Zadkiel rolled his eyes and got up from the bed to turn off the TV. He was done with this conversation because Abel was talking crazy. Plus he didn’t want to draw much attention. Everyone knew he never watched that much TV. “I know but you’re an angel. There are ways that angels can connect to God better than any other creatures because they are spiritually close to God.” Abel tried to make him understand. Zadkiel ignored it and turned off the TV.

It's power-tripping they're doing, to be honest. "By chance, August. Before the task of finding all the deities, you found one of us." Angel Grace explained again. He's a hero in this chapter, he knows a lot.😂 "So who?" I asked wonderingly. I can not think of anything. "Fyro," Kaye promised. "Tss, you're ahead of me." Angel Grace's complaint. Kaye grinned. "Because you're slow. You still have a lot to do, you just don't go straight." Kaye answered.

Nkechi said, “Aunty, does God have a favorite color?” Elena slowed the swing. Elena said, “Why do you ask, baby?” Nkechi said, “Because if He likes pink, then I’m His favorite. And if He likes blue, then maybe you are.” Elena’s chest did something. Elena said, “I think God likes every color. Especially when you’re wearing it.” Nkechi grinned. Jumped off. Ran to the slide. Nkechi said, “Do angels get tired?” Elena followed. Sat on the bottom step.

1,000 years ago……. Axel watched the pretty girl in fascination as she ran in the garden, and bent down occasionally to smell the flowers. Her eyes would sparkle, and the corner of her lips would curve into a beautiful smile. He was mesmerized, she was the most charming and graceful being he had ever seen. In his excitement, he decided to go close. The celestial god had permitted him to walk the earth for a month because his grandfather had requested it on his behalf as a birthday present. His grandfather was someone the celestial god respected, because he was indebted to him to an extent.

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

And Azak hated it. Asshole. "You shouldn't curse." The voice said in his head. "How could humans do all the shitty things and I can't do none?" Azak grumbled, his violet eyes moody and stormy. He looked like a petulant kid throwing temper tantrums, and no one would believe he had lived a five hundred years. There must have been some glitch when God made Azak. ButAzak was also God's favorite badboy Angel, even though Azak was often sent to God, when he did some mistake, like how troubled kids in high-school get sent to principal's office. Yes. He was that person who often got into trouble. But somehow, he was still here, and no one was smiting him.

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

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

She used to wiggle her nose the same way the angel did when she was overwhelmed. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. “I am a divine creation; I am an example of the best experiment of the gods,” said the angel with amusement. "You can call me Azael. Let's omit the fact that I'm some sort of distant great-great-grandfather to you. Let's say I'm just an accidental creator of your family, and I'm your spiritual guardian. An envoy of the gods." I shook my head in disbelief. The things the angel was saying sounded crazy to me, and I was understanding absolutely nothing, so I looked around in confusion.