4 Wings Angel Novels & Stories

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

As chaos began to ensue, I stepped away from those tentacles and for the first time in millennia, the sky opened up and even though Night, Darkness and Corruption were hovering and ruling this moment, there is something greater here on Earth. I used the moment when Apollo's Arrow appeared to have the light rays directed toward that weapon and smiled. Many think that the Angel who walks with me lives inside me and needs me, but this is not the truth, I am just a conduit and his real body was just a myth. But now he agreed with me, that this creature should die by our hands and even those who had not realized that Day had imposed itself on Night, would now know, for the clouds were dyed red an

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

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?

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

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.

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.

The particle separation and reunification ignited the next phase of my transformation. I can feel my muscles, bones, and fat reshaping into something more robust, leaner, and lethal. My fingers keep ripping out sharp, blade-like black claws, and my gums throb from the new fangs that have emerged. When I think it is over, my shoulder blades tear open, and enormous black angel wings thrust out. The feathers are a deep black, glistening in the portal's light. These large and imposing wings span wider than my entire body. They are immense, powerful, and coated in a thick, black liquid that shimmers in the light. Each wing is a work of art, with feathers that fade from black to the deepest shade