Angel Fire Wings Novels & Stories

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

Blake said, wanting to know all that there is to this Angel. “His name is Aazrael, and he’s known as an Archangel. They receive this honor when cultivating more than two wings, and their power doubles for each set of wings they acquire. They cultivate the Power of Faith. The more worshipers they have, the more power they receive, but the power of faith is not infinite; hence, the God wars happened about three hundred years ago. I was killed by my lover Azrael during this time. He never loved me and used my connections to do away with the remaining gods who didn’t cultivate the Power of Faith, like me, who collected the Qi of the Stars.” Maia paused here as she tried to collect herself.

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

He threw his head back and roared. The roar was not anger but calm. It rolled through the caldera hall and out into the open sky, echoing off the mountains, shaking dust from ancient stone. I felt it in my bones. Angel grabbed my arm hard, nails biting through fabric, but she did not look away. None of us could. The lava below surged brighter in response, as if recognizing its own kin. Zeus’s wings spread wide, and the edges of them sparked with faint orange flame, not the violent wildfire of Rage dragons, but something only royal can have in a way that made my skin prickle.

The ground shakes and a plume of dust floats over us. Kailo soars down from the clouds, his wings beating away the cloud of dirt. I see he is missing an eye and half of his face is badly burned. “Oh shit, I don’t think she’s getting up,” someone whispers behind me. Then flames suddenly burst from within the dirt cloud. I jump back, narrowly avoiding getting my eyebrows burned off. “What the hell?” Angel asks beside me, craning her head to see what’s going on. Then a roar sounds, so loud it shakes the ground harder than Lyza’s crash. That’s when I see it.

- Samael whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, stepping down onto the bare shoulder. It was too much. Nadir felt great anger and pushed him away from her, slapping hard in the face. - Don't you dare to touch me ever again.- she hissed, staring at him with her eyes flashing lightning bolts. Samael groaned in pain and his eyes turned blood red, then he began to tremble. Two enormous jet-black wings rose from his back, a wild cry escaped from his chest, and his face contorted with fury. Nadir knew that she was dead, because what was happening to Samael now was called the Wrath of the Fallen Angel. During this attack, rational thinking was cut off and only instinct

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

My vision spins, but I push myself back up. I can’t stop now. The beast comes at me again. I close my eyes and dig deep. I feel the power inside me…the light, the fire, the part of me that’s growing stronger every day. I let it rise. My body lifts off the ground again, and this time, wings made of silver flames burst from my back. They shimmer like moonlight. I fly straight at the beast, dodging its claws and slamming a ball of fire into its head. It screams and stumbles, but still doesn’t fall.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

I look over and see her quickly descending down towards the ground with smoke coming from one of her wings and myself and Salem quickly follow her down. "Ah, fuck!" she cries, as she kneels against in the grass in pain. The burnt shape in her right wing makes it all too clear that she's been hit by one of Zeus's bolts. "Go and get Mila! I'll help Crimson." Salem tells me, as he moves towards her to help heal her. "Are you..." I start to question but he quickly cuts me off. "GO!" he shouts and without looking back, I rush towards the house.