Angel Fire Wings Novels & Stories

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

Zack and Sophia nodded and Suzan continued "It's already been 14 years since we had our last encounter with the enemy, but according to intel collected by the Angels of the burning Sun, the enemy will very soon make a move and we've to be prepared when it comes or do something before that, it'll be up to the commander....it's finally time....for you Zack to join the Angels of the burning Sun but before that, I want to ask you something and I want an honest answer" "I'll be honest," said Zack.

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?

commanding his men, including all the Weres under his command Angel felt his inside cloud with dread when Antonio Rufus raised his right hand ready to press the controller strapped around his left wrist. He knew exactly what would happen when he pressed it. Every single Were would lose their minds! Including him. He lowered his gaze to Aaron and watched as the human meet his gaze. From the corner of his eye, he saw Antonio Rufus pressing the button

Rachel said and took a step backwards as if I burnt her. "Her words got to me, Chel" I said while looking at the ground. "When you already fucking know that she will try to make you feel like shit, then why do you go?" She sneered in anger. "You're cutting yourself! Do you realize how sick it sounds?" she said and I could see her eyes becoming watery. "I don't wanna lose you like this, Angel!" she sobbed and I wrapped my arms around her. Ally hugged both of us.

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.

or being a human with a new weak core affects her body in any other way. I glare at the main culprits her grandfather and Agamanan. "If anything happens to her, I will make sure to kill you both with my bare hands" my voice is deeper than usual. That means I became a demon. I can feel my wings heavily resting on my back. My wings only pop out when my anger is uncontrollable. An angry uncontrollable demon with power as much as I have is a very dangerous combination. I don't care though. If something happens to my Angel, all of these pathetic beings will suffer my wrath.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.