Angel Wings Fallen Novels & Stories

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.

I flung open the door, wailing, and threw myself into the arms of the visitor, my tears staining their shirt. But something felt wrong. Since when did Rachel develop such muscular and strong arms? Blinking through my tears, I looked up with a pitiful expression, only to see Jared standing there. I stumbled backward, whether from drunkenness or dizziness, I wasn't sure. In a swift motion, Jared caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me into a comforting embrace as he gently patted my back. Regaining my senses, I pushed him away forcefully. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"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.

“Tomorrow, everything will be ready, and Aynur will awaken. I won’t have to struggle to get my throne back, not when everyone has their throats ripped open, and their blood spilled at my feet.” The vampire nodded his head. “Of course, of course...” murmured, “as you wish, Your Majesty, just don’t be so dumb.” He completed with an exaggerated reverence, but as soon as his head rose, one of the maids assigned to Aynur came down the stairs. Right behind the little redheaded creature she was. The Goddess who made Kalias search all over the shadow realm and finally the mortal realm, and maybe it was because she was close to her awakening, but for a moment - Renriel couldn’t breathe while watching

Like angel wings across his face . 'Now you see,' he whispered. 'Now you really see.' When I said nothing, he shifted on his knees to face me, a small sardonic smile pulling his mouth up into a smirk. 'This is what they did to us. This is the Mark of the Fallen. A curse given to every angel that followed my father into exile and to every child born of those that fell. The Divine Council made sure that we would find no sanctuary on Earth, because they knew mankind would never accept us in our true form. And who could blame them? We are monsters .'

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

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?

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

I then cleared my throat and tried again. "Dad!" I yell but I knew it was barely audible. I then managed to get myself up. When I looked at my right arm I saw that it was broken so I held on to it and started limping. "Dad!" I yell again no reply, please let him be okay. I then went into the bushes and next thing I saw was a huge black... dog? Growling at my father. When I looked over my father I felt my jaw drop he had wings. He literally had wings on his back and he also had tattoos written in symbols.