4 Wings Angel Novels & Stories

She pointed at the massive operating table in the lab, shouting excitedly, "Take a look! My masterpiece! Tyrant Angel!" "Tyrant Angel?" Jake followed her gesture, and his pupils constricted slightly. The Tyrant, once a hulking mass of a zombie, now looked even more grotesque and terrifying. Its back now bore a pair of massive, rotting flesh wings. Those wings had come from a Harpy captured earlier, the blood vessels still pulsing visibly, as if they'd fully fused into the Tyrant's body. "Grrr..." The Tyrant Angel let out a low growl, its wings suddenly spreading wide, kicking up a burst of wind — and it actually hovered in midair inside the cage!

Michael was attacked by Orthus. His body was unsteady. He could not bear the weight of Orthus' body which was so heavy. His feet were already standing, and he finally fell with Orthus. Two other Orthus also followed Michael's fall. "Argh!" He screamed as loud as he could. His body continued down. He tried to get his wings out, but his efforts were in vain. Not all angels can show their wings in hell. Only a few angels can release their wings except for Gabriel and Rail who are from hell. "Damn, why can't my wings come out?" Michael muttered start to panic. He looked down, still far from the earth. He just got to the 12th floor.

They are all arranged in their sizes, from smaller to bigger ones. "It's like I've read almost all of these books. They're all familiar to me." Sumire said to herself as she read the titles on the side of the book. The maiden continued to look further inside. Sumire went to the left side of the wall when she saw the painting of three biblical angels: The first one is the Cherubim, an animal-human hybrid, depicts as having four faces facing each direction: that of a lion, an ox, an eagle, and a human. They have straight legs, four wings, and bull hooves for feet that gleam like polished brass. One set of wings covers their body, and the other is used for flight. Followed with Seraphim, “the f

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

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.

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 was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

He looked at her with contempt and anger. She chuckled and shook her head. "Actually, I have. I have been on that other side four times and I know what it is like. I was five years old when I first found myself on that other side. I was tortured and nearly killed when my dad rescued me." He looked at her with shock and disbelief, he found it hard to imagine her being weak and kidnapped. He felt pity for her, he never would have imagined that her life had been so hard at such a young age.

one of the idiots Rafael sent me called me and I shot him with my eyes. "Shut up or I’ll send your remains to my brother to see if he can still heal you." The angel, who was supposed to be a cadet, shrank. Mediocre. His wings were tiny, his face thin, androgen - like Lucifer’s, like Azrael’s. There was not even a single muscle protruding from that weak body and it was obvious to him that it was surprising that he could hold that big sword. "Somebody take the place of that shit," I growled kicking him away, kicking him hard enough to get him dragged by the wind current I created by flapping my wings.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.