Ángel Novels & Stories

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

It's not raining here, it's just windy, while I was waiting to warm up the engine of my car I was scrolling through the news feed on i*. I screamed when I accidentally clicked on Tim's i* story, my eyes immediately widened when I saw that he had a handsome companion in the picture of their friends, I even screenshotted it and visited the gallery. I bit my lip when I realized he looked good, who could it be and what was his name? I pouted my lip and put it back my cellphone on the dashboard, he looks like a hard-to-get person.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

She's an angel. I'm the Devil.

“Was that what you were looking for, Angel?” XXX

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.