4 Wings Angel Novels & Stories

It felt dominating. Everyone witnessed the angel stood and leaped out from the hand print crater. It was unreal. The angel was glowing with blinding light. It stood with its imposing 15 feet height. No one would mistake the angel as human. Its wings gave it incredible speeds and great maneuverability. What was most eye catching was its face. It was beauty personified. You could look at its face and your worries would cease to exist. Its eyes were kind. Like someone you could confide your secrets with. Someone you could pour your heartaches out and knew that he would listen with understanding and acceptance.

It was the voice of an angel in song. “I suppose I'll join in, then,” Samael said under his breath. He raised his arms; shadows enveloped him. A howling wind appeared, and six pairs of wings materialized on his back. He flexed the black pinions, draping them across him so he was veiled in darkness.

“Do not use His name on blasphemy.” Fuck. I remembered what I just said. “Okay, fine.” I sat down on the couch and surveyed my surroundings. I could see alcohol everywhere. I looked at Kairos who was beside me. "I was wondering, do you have wings?" "Why are you curious?" "Because this is the first time I've seen an angel," I answered sarcastically. "I want to know if you have wings just like what I've seen in movies." "We don't." "Really?" Well, that made sense. If he could already go anywhere through teleportation, wings would be useless.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

) Azrael put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples "No chance she didn't see them, I suppose?" "Magic backlit mystical grey Gull wings the size of a sodding bus?" I answered, sarcastically. "I suppose that was a stupid question," he admitted, wryly. "Why... why couldn't I have had... canary wings, or butterfly wings, or a fucking... I don't know... tinsel ribbon on a stick or something?" "Speak to the Boss," he muttered. "Ineffable?" "You got it in one." He sighed. "Azrael?"

Characters: Name: Helena Lynch (Lena) Stage Name: Raven Age: 27 Occupation: Stripper (under coercion) Current Situation: Trapped in a toxic strip club environment, manipulated by her controlling “boyfriend” and drug dependency. Appearance: • Slim build, sharp cheekbones, and pale skin that looks even starker under the club lights; 5’0” tall. • Jet-black hair with messy bangs she sometimes cuts herself. • Dark, tired eyes with heavy eyeliner—a mask of confidence, though the sadness still bleeds through.

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

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

I grinned into the hollow of his defined Apollo belt, swiping a thumb over his slit. "Well…you're welcome." I took a moment to look up at him through my lashes and gasped at the sight. I'd never seen an angel's wings before. Remmy had three pairs in total, with the largest brushing against the walls of my bedroom to curl around my bed. They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light.

Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings. If my demon wings were pure black, Angel had white as snow. This was like having two personalities, but I was loving it! 'Oh, Goddess! We are beautiful!' 'Yes, we are! I’m ready to look for Adan and meet our father again.' 'Yes!' 'But I want to run, Lucy! I hope you don’t mind. We can fly another day. I want to use my paws tonight.' 'Of course! I want to run too!' I retracted my wings and gave her a signal to run. 'Run, Angel! We need to find Adan!'