3 Winged Angel Novels & Stories

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

I squint against the glare. The leader descends from the sky. An Angel. His wings are folded behind him—massive, snowy white, every feather looking as soft as a cloud. He has a face of absolute perfection. A straight nose, full lips, lines carved by God himself. Skin like pearls under moonlight. Eyes that glow with a faint, holy light. Silver-white hair flows down to his ankles. Cherubim. One of the Upper Three Orders of Angels. I know my mythology. Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones. Cherubim are known for having "many eyes" and the ability to gaze directly at the light of God. They accept the light without emotion, purely and openly.

I grinned into the hollow of his defined Apollo belt, swiping a thumb over his slit. "Well…you're welcome." I took a moment to look up at him through my lashes and gasped at the sight. I'd never seen an angel's wings before. Remmy had three pairs in total, with the largest brushing against the walls of my bedroom to curl around my bed. They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light.

Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword* As soon as Ezekeil chanted it, a hue silver light color appeared on his back that formed into a wings. Ezekeil floated in the air with a height of twenty feet. With the bend of its will, Ezekeil spread the wings in five meters distance. Then he bended it again in a thrust. The wings moved forward as it showered a very sharpened blade of wind. The Eangle wings shower struck all the serpentous as they turned to dust. Gramboiure and his accomplices was surprise. His Serpentous soldiers are gone in just a minute. Now only fourteen of them left, since Abel, the one who was

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al

he said and I smirked. "No problem, I will prove it. An angel only shows her true wings when her life is in danger. No matter since how long she is pretending to be human, she will show her true colours once she will see death so close to her... So close that she will realise that if she won't fly, she will die. I will make that happen" I just said that left to my room before he could stop me.

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"