Novel & Cerita 3 Winged Angel

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

It felt dominating. Everyone witnessed the angel stood and leaped out from the hand print crater. It was unreal. The angel was glowing with blinding light. It stood with its imposing 15 feet height. No one would mistake the angel as human. Its wings gave it incredible speeds and great maneuverability. What was most eye catching was its face. It was beauty personified. You could look at its face and your worries would cease to exist. Its eyes were kind. Like someone you could confide your secrets with. Someone you could pour your heartaches out and knew that he would listen with understanding and acceptance.

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell. Only now could I truly take him in. His wings—those dark feathers—had been torn and frayed by the concrete when I carried him. The black edges were ragged, uneven. His thick hair was tangled, his shirt wrinkled and torn. Towering nearly two meters tall, he loomed over me, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the sky outside the window. His face was sharply defined, every line carved with strength and masculinity. He was terrifying—and yet, unbearably beautiful.

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

Rex’s POV The demons were becoming more and more than I expected. They weren't this much in the last world. " Try calling out to yours," I said looking at the Angel. He had rode on a unicorn. " I can't connect to her," He said in sadness as we fought. " Try your wings," Liam suggested. The angel had his wings, he had just made them invincible. The Angel brought out his wings and flipped them with an astonishing force, this energy flipped a million demons away. I was amazed by this power. This was one of the reasons angels were to be respected and honored, no clan was as powerful as they are.

If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit. Just like a witch has a dæmon, an angel has its wings. The wings reflect the soul—small wings meant a damaged one. And Dorin and the High Lord's wings are too small to even allow them to fly. "Aurelia!" I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "High Lord," I mumble, bowing my head ever so slightly. He smirks. "How good of you to finally answer my command." I bite my tongue and offer up a small smile. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask in a painfully polite voice.

"Should I show you? How to deal with the wings? I don't even have to touch your body for that, just your wings. " Godric had straightened up a little and looked questioningly at the black-haired man. "The wings? I'm slowly starting to know how to fly with them, you don't need to show me that. ”Were the naive words that made Louis laugh. He had already expected this answer, because he didn't believe that Godric had any idea how much fun one could have with the wings. Many an angel melted under the practiced touch of Lucifer and surrendered to it .. “Look at them carefully. The wings are the mirror of yourself and belong to you like an arm or a leg. That's why you shouldn't curse your wings. J

The wings were of golden color. After this moment everything back to normal. As soon as demon saw my wings they shouted "Hurry yup everyone. Let's get out of here. We must tell queen" What do they need to tell the queen? Why are my wings in golden color? I noticed the face of all other angels. They were thrilled and cheerful to see my golden wings. Why everyone is looking at me in so much surprise and amusement. All these thoughts crossed my mind. Suddenly I felt dizzy and I blacked out.