4 Wings Angel Novels & Stories

It was bigger and more terrifying than the one before. The biggest difference was that the previous angelic phantom had two pairs of wings. Now, this angelic phantom had three pairs of wings. Even the Pope himself had manifested three tangible pairs of wings. "Interesting." Chase smirked, his lips curling into a cold sneer. "No matter how many wings you grow, in the end, you're still nothing. You're unworthy of a grand stage." The Pope, already consumed by rage, nearly coughed up blood upon hearing those words. His murderous intent surged like tidal waves, one after another.

she rambled and I closed my eyes. "You didn't know" I whispered and lifted her up the ground. I put her on the counter and I felt her tears on my shirt. A few minutes later, she felt asleep with her head on my shoulder. I slide my hand under her legs and picked her up. I walked up the stairs, holding on her tightly making sure she won't fall. Once I reached her room, I kicked the door open and walked in. Angel opened her eyes slightly when I put her on the bed. She was beautiful. I leant and kissed her forehead and just as I was about to walk away, she grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at her, her eyes were still closed.

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.

Her hands open enough for me to breathe, but I'm too weak to move away from her palm. "Alyssa?" Azrael walks over with his wings folding behind his back. The angel slowly falls to his knees while keeping those intense, worried eyes on mine. God, he is handsome. He is wearing dark clothes and something that looks like leather; it suits him. But it is the way his entire face conveys sympathy that makes my pulse race. Before I close my eyes, I notice butterflies in my stomach.

“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

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

Lucifer attacked them, again and again, until their bodies were filled with blood and they could barely stand. All of a sudden, the air was electric, as the sky grew dark and foreboding. Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated the horizon, and a figure began to take shape. The light intensified, and the figure grew more defined, until finally, an Angel stood before us. The Angel's wingspan was immense, with feathers that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight. Its body was tall and imposing, with skin that glowed like polished marble. The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars.

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.

They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation. There were four of them. Four huge creatures, each with twelve wings of fire that burned so brightly it was difficult to look upon them. Their skin shone with coppery scales and their serpent tails, stretched long behind them, twisting and curling together as they flew, spinning a never-ending maelstrom around the empty Throne of the Angels.