3 Winged Angel Novels & Stories

Don’t kill us, please we beg of you,” The scared witches of the Gemini Coven begged for their lives but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Angelus sped towards the witches while using her claws to tear the flesh of the witches apart. “Ahh!! Wails and cries of the Gemini witches could be heard as Angelus was busy tearing their limbs apart, ripping their hearts out, pulling their hands and heads away from their bodies, and drinking their blood with no remorse in her face. The witches were defenseless against Angelus due to the fact that Angelus is a Tribrid and she was too fast for them to counter her attack with their magic.

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

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

He just looked so dejected. "Alright, I believe you." He sighed and his body relaxed. But he still had an angry expression on his face. He looked furious. She did not understand him. Why did he seem relieved and angry at the same time? "Why are you angry?" She asked him. He continued staring angrily at her hand. His gaze on the ring was so intense, like he was trying to vaporize the ring. "I do not like the ring on you. I mean, it is beautiful, but I don't like the meaning behind it. It is a constant reminder that you are engaged to another man." He looked tortured, as though the image of the ring on her finger was hurting him physically.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him. To deliver justice or wrath, in silk and bruises. The ‘Angel’ stood tall. Trembling. Defiant. Desire. His royal blue robe hung loose from one shoulder. Barely clinging to the sharp edge of his collarbone. It was scandalous. Erotic. Obscene. A battlefield of a body on full display—thin, supple and graceful, with smooth porcelain skin that would bruise easily when grazed. Flawless, hairless—every inch was begging to be touched!

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

"They are just... sensitive." "Sensitive?" I let my hands return to my lap. "Angel wings are the most precious thing in the world to them. They protect them at all costs. An angel who loses his wings is condemned to hell. It's the same with demons." "What does it feel like?" I asked and saw a smirk on his face.

They immediately recognized that these two people were the highest-ranking Twelve-winged War Angels under the Red-robed Bishop of the Holy Court. One of them was the Ninth Paladin's older brother. The moment they saw them, everyone was shocked. War Angels were born for battles, and their combat strength was amazing. With the armor on their bodies, their combat strength had increased and their strength was even more terrifying. Once the three of them joined the battle, the situation would be reversed in an instant. Seeing reinforcements coming, Adam immediately laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, a group of running dogs of Yang Xiao will make you die without a burial place today!"

“Cutter, what was up with the black? And that feathery coat?” Shrugging, Cutter replied, “Remember, good guys don’t always wear white, Ru. The coat was probably to contain his wings.” “Wings?” “Yeah, he’s an Arch—an angel. Angels have wings. We don’t have them because we are half-human, remember? That’s why we have our scars.” “Right.” Her mouth may have given the impression she understood, but she couldn’t fathom actually seeing a person with wings. “You didn’t see any of the angels during the battle at Kayakoy?” he asked, taking a step toward the stairs.