3 Winged Angel Novels & Stories

I stop at the entrance of the room and see her pacing holding her head, tears pouring down her face. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess as I attempt to sift through them. Images of Cyrus with one of the she-wolves, Primly laughing. The worst of all is her picturing Cyrus mark someone else. I can feel her heart break slightly. Then she whips around and slams her fist down, and a scream escapes her that rattles the territory. The bed is instantly engulfed in flames, but that’s not what catches my attention. Andricia's skin is glowing, and two giant white wings now hang off her back. They are completely extended until suddenly she falls limp, and they disappear back into her back. Her skin was no

As chaos began to ensue, I stepped away from those tentacles and for the first time in millennia, the sky opened up and even though Night, Darkness and Corruption were hovering and ruling this moment, there is something greater here on Earth. I used the moment when Apollo's Arrow appeared to have the light rays directed toward that weapon and smiled. Many think that the Angel who walks with me lives inside me and needs me, but this is not the truth, I am just a conduit and his real body was just a myth. But now he agreed with me, that this creature should die by our hands and even those who had not realized that Day had imposed itself on Night, would now know, for the clouds were dyed red an

On hearing the words, the Wingeds who were looking for them immediately flew over, roaring, with anger flaring up in their eyes. "You lowly ants, how dare you kill the members of our Winged race? I'll grind your bones to ashes." Jiang Tao squinted his eyes and said with disdain, "We've killed three of you, but you're still bragging. Do you really think you're angels because you have wings of chickens?" "Kill them!" One of the Wingeds growled angrily. The six Wingeds flapped their wings at the same time. Their feathers covered the sky and shot toward Jiang Tao and his men like sharp arrows.

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

The distinguished feature of an angel, (members of the Jeagers organisation) is one the glowing sword, two a long white robe with red spots. Three a hand band with wings, these is how they dress even in the face of war. They need no shield or armour as their spiritual energy was more than enough of that for them. They engaged in combat with the werewolf an they slayed it immediately. They did not have to sweat much since they where putting their training in practice. "That was an easy one, that is what you get when you attack an angel," Williams said. "Yes, the werewolf was sent by members of this village, we need to be able to decipher their reason," Harmony said.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

His face turns red in so much anger. "As much as I wanted to take away her wings, I can't," Amenadiel said. "Taking away the wings is a sign of betrayal. If an angel took away another angel's wings, he would lose his wings. That's the punishment and karma to those who betray our kind," he carefully explains. "If that's the case, forget about the peace talks. I want her wings gone!" Azrael wailed. "I will do it. I will take her wings," Claren said with determination.