4 Angel Wings Novels & Stories

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Strong feathered wings clad his back, but even though he resembles the serene creatures depicted in our churches, angels are nothing short of terrifying. They are human-eating creatures with an unearthly beauty that makes them look like empty shells without a soul. “Lie down on the ground and don’t move a muscle!” The giant creature glares at the man who is barking out orders at him. For a minute, I expect the angel to fight back, but when another man whacks him with a whip, he does as he was told. Hands as large as the carpet in my tent press against the ground, and for the first time, I notice someone has tied up the angel’s large wings with ropes. More knots than I can count are keeping t

WAR ANGEL #4 : It’s Beelzebub ARCHANGEL #5 : So these guys are really serious with storming heaven’s gate with everything they’ve got ARCHANGEL #6 : Urghh…. Beelzebub was a tall figure with a slightly humane look save for say his head which carried two distinct horns, his hands which looked more like the hands of a monster with its scaly skin and long fingers with his legs sharing similar characteristics with his hands, his wings spanned a whooping fifty six by thirty two inches with it looking like those of a bat.

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.

He won’t let him kill his mate. Sabrina and the others tried to help Azrael, but they all flew away when Lucian released dark magic to attack them all in one swift movement. Only Azrael didn’t fly away because he used his angel power to dodge Lucian’s attack. He howled and cried out of pain on his back when suddenly something grew on his back. He roared and a pair of white wings appeared on his back. It’s his angel wings. His eyes glowed with flecks of gold and his aura changed. He roared and attacked Lucian again.

Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran House of Raguel POV: Aeshma (A flashback of the past) I noted Sarah's reaction when she saw my black wings. I bet she wondered why I had this shade when in fact Guardian Angels do have white wings. Well, I used to have one. My wings were beautifully glorious. They had a radiant whiteness unlike any other. Even Raphael and Michael used to tease me a lot about it. They said that I am a favorite of our Boss; that He gave me a special treatment with regards to my angel wings.

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.