Angel Fire Wings Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, rage burned through him, a heat he knew well. It was the same burning passion he felt when he had first laid eyes on Azrael, and he knew that it would be impossible to quench without losing himself forever in his love. With renewed vigor, Azazel launched himself toward his father once again. This time, Azazel's wings unfurled, their raven feathers shimmering with an ethereal glow. His eyes, ablaze with determination, locked onto Feziam, who stood tall with an air of authority. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very essence of the Devildom held its breath, anticipating the outcome.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

she deadpan wrapping her arms around her chest in a defensive mood before leaning back against the door frame. Frank only shook his head in disagreement as he squared his shoulders with a new kind of courage. "I know what I said yesterday okay? And pretty much everything was said out of anger and frustration so you need to hear me out" "Anger doesn't justify you walking out on me and saying all those demeaning words like nothing mattered other than your bruised ego" Frank gave a half hearted chuckle at Aria's accusations which only made her to blow up the more in total frustration.

He saw what happened, everything that happened to Vala, he saw everything. "Your son killed her," he said in anger, getting up to his feet and turning his gaze on Flower. "Your mother was here earlier on, she knew something was wrong with Vala when she scented her, if only she followed her heart and not my words, the stupid girl would have been al-" Flower didn't get to finish her words, when her head get decapitate from her body. He roared in anger and flew upwards, breaking the walls of the palace, until he he was above the kingdom of Nilela. He summoned his battle armor. His silver battle armor that was covered in spikes appeared on his body, and his white wings spread impressively. A fie

My stomach plummets with the implication of Lucifer’s words. A wave of cold anger suffuses my bones, bringing my demon to the fore. I throw my head back, feeling my eyes begin to glow with the fire of my rage, my claws extend into sharp points, and my wings begin to flutter agitatedly from my back. Zoe takes a step back to avoid being pummeled by my wings. But I’m too angry to notice anything other than the hellish creature standing before me. “What have you done, Lucifer?” I grit out through clenched teeth.

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.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Let me cleanse. Kairis stumbled as a banshee bit her arm. She stabbed it through the eye, snarling. "Elias! Do it!" Elias opened his eyes. Golden flames exploded from his back, his wings stretching wider. But now—a third flame appeared. Black and red. The mark of Azazel fully activated. Dorian shielded his face. "Gods..." Elias lifted his arm and aimed at the remaining spirits. The flames erupted in a spiral. Elias raised a hand. "Fall back, now!" his voice rang through the smoke-choked battlefield.

But until now he had never come across anything like this. When the gate was open and Godric dared to look inside, everything was dark. The air was even thinner here than it already was. The father hadn't expected that and had to put his hand over his mouth for a moment. It was difficult for him to breathe, but he was not influenced by it. His sacred cross, which he always had with him, was firmly in his hand. He would face the unknown with firm faith. Godric dared a step into the sealed hall and all of a sudden, as if to welcome the first visitor in many years, a fire appeared. It was red fire with a blue glow. The room turned out to be round and there were torches on the wall, which burned