Angel Wings Down Novels & Stories

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

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.

I look around, finding my dad and Azrael flying together, doing the same thing we’re doing, then I look at the battlefield. I only count four more. Four more, that’s two in each group. We can do that. Aylin sucks in a breath as we dive back down, lingering on the one for an entire minute before the three wolves attacking it find an opening and tear its throat out, saving us from having to use more energy on it.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

Rubble tumbled, men screamed, and the courtyard’s survivors scattered in terror. Nyra’s eyes blazed. “Hold... ” A white light split the sky. Wings of silver and gold unfurled above the Citadel’s walls, casting a halo of brilliance that banished the smoke. Every sword froze. Every heart skipped. The angel descended, massive, radiant, strides measured as though the earth itself bowed beneath him. He touched down in the center of the courtyard, unharmed by debris, unblinking in starlit dawn. His armor shimmered with celestial runes; a halo of living light circled his brow. He carried no weapon, yet his presence was a storm waiting to break.

“The Almighty won’t be happy to hear about this.” Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The Angel’s presence was very intimidating and now life-changing as she knew that God was real and dark Angels carried out souls to heaven. This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

The wings were of golden color. After this moment everything back to normal. As soon as demon saw my wings they shouted "Hurry yup everyone. Let's get out of here. We must tell queen" What do they need to tell the queen? Why are my wings in golden color? I noticed the face of all other angels. They were thrilled and cheerful to see my golden wings. Why everyone is looking at me in so much surprise and amusement. All these thoughts crossed my mind. Suddenly I felt dizzy and I blacked out.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.