3 Winged Angel Novels & Stories

"If you're an angel, then why are your wings black?" He didn't answer but just limited himself to looking at me, debating whether to tell me something or not. But maybe his wings were black because he was an angel of darkness, right? There is no other explanation. Good angels usually have white wings and are beings of light. But he has black wings. I don't know why but it scared me. —Carolina, there are so many things I have to tell you —she puts a hand to her hair and ruffles it— but not here, we can... can we go to your apartment? We need more privacy.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

“You can't hide behind your sarcasm forever, little mortal. I know you're terrified- I hear your heart beating wildly, smell your fear on the air as cortisol races through your veins. It's all very endearing, like a kitten mewling for help in the clutches of a wolf.” “You're avoiding my question,” I said, voice wavering. His gaze was penetrating- there was nothing else to see beyond his haunting face. The rest of the night tunneled to blackness, losing its faint color in the cold light of his skin. “You know, angels were depicted with wings in religious art to symbolize their connection to the divine. Somewhere along the way, people mistook metaphor for fact, and the belief that angels

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

It was bigger and more terrifying than the one before. The biggest difference was that the previous angelic phantom had two pairs of wings. Now, this angelic phantom had three pairs of wings. Even the Pope himself had manifested three tangible pairs of wings. "Interesting." Chase smirked, his lips curling into a cold sneer. "No matter how many wings you grow, in the end, you're still nothing. You're unworthy of a grand stage." The Pope, already consumed by rage, nearly coughed up blood upon hearing those words. His murderous intent surged like tidal waves, one after another.

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

Michael took over immediately and grabbed Mina as she slipped from his back, he wrapped his arms around her, as his wings expanded and he took flight bringing Mina back on the wing of the jet. He placed Mina back on his back and allowed Onyx to take back control. Mina's harness snapped back into place as Blaze went from archangel to wolf. “Damn I hate you, you got an angel and a wolf, and all we got is regular wolves.” Ji'lahni said and Maka growled offended. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that, you're a fucking alpha you're the strongest wolf that I have ever seen, but wings would be fucking awesome right now.” Ji'lahni said shrugging, he knew what she meant and he had to admit wings would be a

They seemed so surreal! The woman standing in front of the BMW took off her sunglasses. Watching Maisie Vanderbilt carrying a child in her arms and the other two following closely behind, she gasped in shock. “Holy cow, Zee! You had three kids in just one pregnancy?” She was rendered speechless by the sight of them! Forget the fact that Maisie had triplets, what was truly unbelievable was how they looked like angels sent from Heaven, and they were still so young! The woman could not help but wonder who was this handsome celestial being that Maisie had slept with!