4 Wings Angel Novels & Stories

“What in Beelzebub’s name is going on here?” That velvety, unmistakable voice suddenly stopped our every action, drawing our attention and the very moment we looked up, our guardian archangels slowly descended from the perfectly clear sky, Lucifer’s ebony with a tinge of red wings gracefully flapping through the air as he firstly touched the ground, quickly followed by Azrael, Gabriel and Michael. I simply stared at them in awe, silently admiring Michael and Gabriel’s wings, -since this was the first time I was actually seeing them- noticing the few bloody red feathers at each ending, contrasting that pure white, also exhaling in relief, feeling so thankful for their such great timing.

but it was so bright they were completely silhouetted the only thing they knew was that this person was an angel as wings were outlined against the light when the light faded Kyra stood there two pairs of wings unfurled from her back one pair was a beautiful white the other pair shining gold her hair danced around her head as if blown by the wind and the silver flecks of her green eyes now ringed her irises and glowed vibrantly two curved scimitar swords were blazing with golden angels fire in her hands and she was dressed in her black battle suit and coat with fully armored boots and a full chest and back plate covered her torso on her chest plate was shining a new sigil that marked her as

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

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

"How do we get inside?" "Do we knock?" Just as they were about to go closer, the high gates opened revealing two winged fairies. They honestly assumed that the creatures from this city were small but they were of the same heights but their wings glow. The lady wings were gorgeous like a butterfly with different colors and the boy has a dragon fly like wings that flickers such colors when he moves depending where it will reflect.

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

I couldn’t stand I fell on the ground and I was completely off. I dreamed and I was on a different planet and a host of beings had surrounded me. Most of them were angels and archangels. Some of the Angels have about 6 wings, some of the angels have four big wings and some have two wings. Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand.

How can I look at that angelic face and not imagine our unborn babies She gives me much more than dreams. She makes them come alive without even trying. She just needs to see me for who I am and also learn to accept and love me like she should. No man will love and appreciate her like I would. She just needed to see it. She just have to see it. I was pulled out from my thought by her raised voice. She seem pissed! "And why not?" I can only imagine both her hands resting against her waist at this point. "Well_because he has that look in his eyes whenever he smiles at you and trust me, I feel like strangling him each time he flashes it at you like a lunatic"

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

Seeming to have trouble with her own seatbelt, Angel looked alarmed as he dropped down onto his knees before her and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. “If fucking you a second time is what it takes for me not to be a player, then I’d be happy to oblige,” he rumbled deep in his throat, offering her a gaze filled with desire. His fingers squeezed her knees, silently urging her to feel his sudden need to have her. His wolf instantly began to react to the way her knees squeezed against his sides, almost urging him between her legs. The beast was ready and raring to go, one step away from howling his desire for all to hear. It was a good thing they were miles up in the air and only the p