Angel Wings Down Novels & Stories

Specifically, my hero from this afternoon. The cliff face towers high on the left of the page, the perspective exactly as if I were falling once more. Then I draw Malachi, his face set in steely determination to save me, his arms outstretched to catch me. His body is streamlined like a swift, swooping to reach me quickly. And spreading from his back are the transparent and silvery wings that gave him perfect control over his descent. He didn't just fall towards me. He flew towards me. An angel with a sole purpose to rescue me. My soulmate who would always protect me.

“Did you see the masses down there?” “The Brethren have backup, too. Gabriel!” Michael shouted. Gabriel blew his horn, and suddenly, the sky was ablaze. She covered her ears and looked up. The sound of beating wings deafened. What she saw defied explanation. Legions of angels swarmed in the air, and descended on Agremon’s minions who were already decimating the towns surrounding the mountain. All the Brethren, save Michael, quickly took flight and joined in the descent. Just like Hannah’s pictures, Emma marveled.

Frank arch a brow at her. "How do you mean?" Aria gave a shrug. "Maybe his mother was right. He doesn't like me" "Of course he does like you. I mean who wouldn't love an angel like you hmm?" He placed a quick kiss against her lip muting her protest_followed by another and another until it turned into a full blown make out section again and draining all the protest left in her body. ** It was a very sunny Sunday afternoon the next day when Aria arrived back at her house dressed in an oversized polo shirt that was obviously not hers as she stood fidgeting with the lock before pushing it open and stepping inside.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

A voice that turned out to be angry Angelus said out while coming out of where she was hiding. “Mo pàṣẹ pé kí igi yìí wó lulẹ̀ ní tààràtà,” Angelus said out while using her magic to fall the already well-bent tree towards the Gemini witches while smirking devilishly at them. ”Watch out!!! The Gemini witches and Elders yelled in horror while teleporting themselves away from the spot the tree was going to land on. ”Bang!!!! The large tree fell down to the ground.

Wait, wait, wait! My mouth couldn't help but let out a gasp upon witnessing how the huge bird carried the cloth using its claws. Its massive wings created sound as it flew the extra miles between him and Mister Serenade. Basically handing him the cloak like it was damn made to serve the guy! "Thank you, Alastor," he casually said, which caused me to immediately back away. Because on top of it all, a realization hit my mind. Was the fabric I rolled myself into, hugged, and even sniffed to my heart's content his... cloak?

“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.

His cold demeanor seemed to warn others to keep their distance, but his breathtaking handsomeness begged them to come closer. As he stepped out of the jet, the last rays of sunlight danced across his face, casting an ethereal glow. For a moment, he seemed like an angel descending from heaven, his beauty leaving onlookers awestruck and breathless. The air around him vibrated with an aura of power, wealth, and mystery. His gaze swept across the surroundings, his eyes lingering on nothing and no one. He moved with purpose, his strides confident and calculated, leaving a trail of wonder in his wake.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.