Angel Fire Wings Novels & Stories

He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Before I left Arkmery, I watched Brandon from a distance. He sat in his wheelchair, the hospital gown hanging loosely on his thin frame. When he lifted his arm, the scars covering his skin were visible. It seemed he had truly gone insane. Whenever he saw a young girl, he convinced himself she was Daniella and chased after her to apologize. When I saw him then, he was running after a girl when her boyfriend saw him and smacked him a few times. I laughed. This was a good ending, wasn't it?

Riko glares a second longer—Red touches a nerve—but then he turns and storms out. ... The city hums below, lights flickering like dying stars. Red leans against the ledge, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, jaw tight. His eyes are hard, lost in thought — the kind of anger that simmers quiet and deep. The metal door creaks open behind him. Ivy says softly, “You always come up here when you’re pissed?” Red doesn’t turn. Just exhales smoke, slow and quiet. “Only when I need to breathe.” Ivy walks over, her arms folded, the wind tugging at the strands of her hair. She leans beside him, not touching, just close enough to share the silence.

Soaring beside the terrifying dragon was a winged figure of such staggering majesty and grandeur that would make one’s soul tremble in awe. This was no mere beast or entity - this was an elemental force of nature imbued with a searing, blazing radiance that eclipsed the fiercest wildfires. The figure's wings were an impossible, burning crimson that seemed to blaze with an internal luminescence as if forged from the heart of a supernova itself. Each immense wing spanned farther than eyes could track, their leading edges glowing hot like the birth of a newborn star. They beat in slow, inexorable downstrokes that stirred the very air into frenzied cyclones.

Just pure, unrelenting possession. I tried to turn my head, to pull away, but his body pressed harder into mine, trapping me against the cold wall. His mouth pressed down with bruising intensity, his teeth grazing my lips harshly, and I could feel the heat of his anger in every movement. I kept my lips sealed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, but that only seemed to fuel his frustration. His fingers dug into my wrists harder as he growled against my mouth, his breath ragged with fury.

They are usually servants to higher-ranking demons, similar to an omega. God/goddess realm or ”Heavens” Gods/goddesses-Reference Greek mythology for any who are discussed Angels-any citizen in the Heavens that is not a God or Goddess. They are also immortal and wield white magic. Aside from white magic, their abilities include healing, communication through touch, aura reading (similar to mind reading but unable to hear specific thoughts), control over all the elements except fire, and telekinesis. High Guard-they directly protect the Gods and Goddesses, therefore, they are highly respected. There are 5: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Jeremiel.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

Eros said as he walked in with Gaia and Chaos behind him. “Perfection” Chaos said. “Our families are fully joined.” Gaia said trying to hold back her happy tears. “Don’t cry mom.” I said as I walked over to her. “Pull your essence back in Aria. You don’t want to burn anyone do you?” Eros said smirking. “What do you mean?” I said as I did as he asked and put my wings away. “An Angels essence is meant to be used as a shield and a weapon. Because Emerial is Michaels son his essence burns like his sword. You now have that ability.” Eros explained.

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

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