3 Winged Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

“Well. You see… We were thinking that... maybe you would like to let the twins in the shadow realm, to live with Uriel, since you won't be able to look after them and concentrate on the war at the same time. I mean, we know that you care about them, but you will only put yourself in danger if you'll take them with you to Hell. Better said, you'll only end up putting them in danger, since you know how to take care of yourself.” “It's alright Emily, it has already crossed my mind to let them live with either Uriel or Azrael. Though, letting them live with Uriel, might be a better idea since the circles respect him a bit more than Azrael.” “Yup, but I wonder why?” “Because, Azraels wings are bl

“What in Beelzebub’s name is going on here?” That velvety, unmistakable voice suddenly stopped our every action, drawing our attention and the very moment we looked up, our guardian archangels slowly descended from the perfectly clear sky, Lucifer’s ebony with a tinge of red wings gracefully flapping through the air as he firstly touched the ground, quickly followed by Azrael, Gabriel and Michael. I simply stared at them in awe, silently admiring Michael and Gabriel’s wings, -since this was the first time I was actually seeing them- noticing the few bloody red feathers at each ending, contrasting that pure white, also exhaling in relief, feeling so thankful for their such great timing.

one of the idiots Rafael sent me called me and I shot him with my eyes. "Shut up or I’ll send your remains to my brother to see if he can still heal you." The angel, who was supposed to be a cadet, shrank. Mediocre. His wings were tiny, his face thin, androgen - like Lucifer’s, like Azrael’s. There was not even a single muscle protruding from that weak body and it was obvious to him that it was surprising that he could hold that big sword. "Somebody take the place of that shit," I growled kicking him away, kicking him hard enough to get him dragged by the wind current I created by flapping my wings.

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

This was the rebellion. There were three figures standing upon a floating platform. This platform defied the laws of physics, stably keeping those who stood on it secure. The platform was connected to nothing in particular; yet it remained standing. The three figures on the platform were of similar likeness, having been created in the same image. The only difference was the color of their hair and their eyes. Each of them had six wings, and each was coated in a radiance so majestically grand that the human eye would have been blinded from staring directly at them for more than a second. Luckily, there were no humans here – only angels. For beneath the platform several angels warred against e

”It will be pretty hard to grasp its concept unless you try it yourself. White feathers rained down upon them and the swamp shook upon the sudden gush of wind that enveloped them. Tilting her chin to meet his gaze, a sly grin plastered on her face. “Why do I have to try it when I can observe you instead?” Cent whispered as her enormous dragon-like wings stretched behind her before it angled to strike the smirking angel – aiming to wipe off his arrogant face from the face of the three worlds. Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab.