Angel Wings Fallen Novels & Stories

Azrael replied, not hiding it from him. Chamuel frowned upon hearing the name. he knew the couple’s background. “Did you not destroy her in the last battle?” Chamuel asked. “I did, even humiliated her by tearing off her single wings. But She appeared on Earth and is more powerful than you and I,” Azrael explained. “How is that possible? And stronger than you and I? Chamuel asked. “She is an eight-winged Angel. I saw them and felt them myself.” Azrael replied with a shudder.

The painting was dark, horrifyingly dark. From a darkened sky was an angel; her beautiful white shoulder seemed to have been wounded, for she was falling from the sky; she looked weak and even unconscious. Her darkish hair was stuck to her teary face, damp from red tears, and even her lips were parted. Droplets of blood from a stab to her wings fell into the water; although it was a piece, she could almost sense her pain. And then she looked below, there was a demon, and unlike the angel falling from the sky, he was coming out of a body of blood, his black wings stretched majestically, his hands reaching out...

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.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.

I said with heavy breaths as I pushed myself forward ignoring the rain covering my face and making it impossible for me to see, I didn't know there was a trench somewhere filled with rainwater because immediately I took a step forward. “Ahh!” I fell inside, the water completely covered my body and head. Trying to get to the surface. I couldn't because my leg was stuck somewhere. No matter how much I tried to struggle out, I couldn't. The dirty water was getting into my ears. I couldn't breathe as I sucked in my breath and tried, certainly, to get my wings out. It was the only way to get free. ____ Not far from where Elina was trapped, Angel stood face-to-face with Raphael. Wiping blood from

Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel. The black feathers meticulously sewn onto the bodice created an illusion of wings, wrapping around her figure like a gentle embrace. The feathers extended downward, transitioning into a layered, ethereal skirt that seemed to float above the ground. A delicate, intricate lace mask obscured half of her face, accentuating the air of mystery surrounding the dark angel. She moved her wings just as she twirled and winked at the audience before going back to the backstage area with an extra sway of her hips.

It wasn’t the wing she tackled but something…human. She had let go of Kale’s hand. Kale was sniffing hardly trying her best not to cry. Crying was not what she needed now but she couldn’t help it. It was good for Miles and Justin because they were following the sound of the cry, hoping they were going to Kale and not an unknown being. Angela pinned the thing to the floor. As if the thing was controlling the fog. All the fog disappeared and revealed dozens of winged humans. “Let go!” the winged being she had pinned cried out. “You have crumbled my wing!”

“Our Alpha has a mate, a Fallen Angel which he is able to keep finding in each new life, new shape she takes. One time when she was killed, she was able to rally the others of her kind. A lower sect of angels called The Watchers.” I was leaning forward, rapt. Certain that somehow this is how it all pertained to me. “Okay…?” “They descended from the sky in series of falling stars.” He sighed. Thunking the bit of wood to the side table and rising to pace before the bed. “We tried to track them but there were so many, and they were falling so fast…” I gave him a patient look. “We tracked the ones we could and tried to protect them.” “What exactly are they.”