4 Angel Wings Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first, I thought I imagined things. I was flying over the city, and on one of the rooftops stood none other than my best mate Samael. He was a bit younger looking and completely irreverent of my power. He flipped me off and told me, sod off.” Zoe covers her mouth with a giggle and shakes her head bemused. “What?” She asks, her mood lighter. I nod my head and roll my eyes. “The little bugger was all attitude. I knew he wasn’t Samael, but the resemblance was uncanny. He had to at least be a relation of Samael’s’. His wings gave his heritage away. You see, angels have feathered wings just like the ones you see in human paintings. Demons have wings like

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.

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.

Angel’s chest was heaving by the time he got to the dense woods framing the pit. He saw about twenty heavily armed guards surrounding the pit entrances. Mathew was there and for some reason, Angel was glad Daniel wasn’t. The addition of the pervert always made things a tad dangerous.

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?

I exclaimed, twirling around so I could get a three hundred sixty degree view. I wasn’t exaggerating even a bit. This place truly was magnificent. It almost looked like a huge mountain from outside if you failed to notice the angels sitting atop the high-rise. They were like sentinels in the dark with their wings spread out to its full width, shoulders hunched, and body bent forward in preparation for flight. Their faces weren’t prominent in the dim moonlight, but the statues looked so perfect. I would have thought they were real if Erick hadn’t told me otherwise.

“Cutter, what was up with the black? And that feathery coat?” Shrugging, Cutter replied, “Remember, good guys don’t always wear white, Ru. The coat was probably to contain his wings.” “Wings?” “Yeah, he’s an Arch—an angel. Angels have wings. We don’t have them because we are half-human, remember? That’s why we have our scars.” “Right.” Her mouth may have given the impression she understood, but she couldn’t fathom actually seeing a person with wings. “You didn’t see any of the angels during the battle at Kayakoy?” he asked, taking a step toward the stairs.

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

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

Owing to the anomalies still ongoing around Earth, the tectonic shift had furthered the distance between Gujiang and the capital and the gap was still growing. All the way, Chu Xun did not slow down at all, and only chose to when his skin was beginning to burn. It was morning on the following day when Chu Xun finally made it to the capital. On his way to the Fire Dragon Palace, he really encountered Angels. Handsome and beautiful, Angels looked like humans but with milky-white wings on their backs. Clad in armor and mail and each emanating powerful auras, they appeared to be remarkable warriors. There was an air of pride and aloofness about their kind. By flapping their wings, they could eas