4 Angel Wings Novels & Stories

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Thus, the angels and beings caught in the domain would be chain by her swirling shadows. Uriel the Wise, Michael the Loyal, Gabriel the Faithful, and the newly pledged guardian angel, Aurora were able to use their wings to fly from the ground – saving themselves from the sudden attack of the shadows. “What is happening?” asked Michael the Loyal. A knot lodged deep between his thick brows as he looked down at the angels stuck in the shadows together with the Basilisk controller and the necromancer.

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

A smooth rich voice cut through the silence. “Do you truly not know who he is? Or are you just choosing to be willfully ignorant?” I looked up, and a few feet above us an angel hovered. Not a Nephilim, or a half-breed; but a full blooded angel. No wonder they were scared, Nephilim were strong but they were nothing against an original. His deep purple wings were spread wide, slowly beating the air with fluid motions. His hair, the color of midnight, hung in a thick fall around his shoulders. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, with lips twisted up into a sneer he was imposing; power radiating off of him in waves. One eyebrow arched when he didn’t receive an answer and instead the Nephil

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

A pair of thick white wings emerged, breaking the cover away from inside and sending it to clash against Logan's staff. Logan staggered. The cover ricocheted off from the clash and crashed through the wall at the back of the church. The Holy Sarcophagus buzzed. Logan peered inside. A man with fair, smooth skin sat up slowly. His eyes were closed. His fair was the color of gold. He looked grim. Two pairs of wings sprouted from behind him. He radiated blinding white light. The four-winged angel flapped his wings and circled inside the church. The rays emanated from him broke through the roof and illuminated the interior in blinding light.

Eventually, I was unable to hold the egg in my hand due to its growing size. The egg was engulfed in a ring of black flames as if the fire were its covering. Soon, two of the three epic cores had disappeared. As it increased in size, the egg kept moving and expanding. "Gulp, this..." The egg was already the same height as me! "What in the world is this?" The Deathwing Angel is a stunning angel with wings on her back, is she not? To watch over me, an angel sent by God? Looking at the egg, I was suspicious that some strange monster called Deathwing Angel would hatch.

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.