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I said, the words tasting wrong in my mouth. Alstra didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. I looked back at him, still shocked. Nothing about him gave the fallen angel. “Is that why his back?” “Oh those?” She glanced at the wall too. “A symbol of what he had and lost. He will have to suffer his fate, carrying that weight for all eternity.” I nodded, shocked. He looked so normal before, when I saw him. There were definitely no big wings behind him, and he did not look like he could even hurt a fly.

“Knock yourself out.” I freeze. Breathless. The light catches him from his side, painting golden lines over the muscles of his back. An angel spans from shoulder to shoulder. Not the gentle, glowing kind. This one is fierce with wings shredded at the tips, feathers curling into smoke. One arm grips a sword driven into the earth, the other cradles a bleeding heart. His face is tilted upward, not praying–not begging either. Screaming. Like he’s damned. My lips part in astonishment and my words catch somewhere between my ribs and my throat. For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles.

"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 sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

she hugged me tightly for a quick moment and said, "I have one last gift to give you before I leave." She reached for my hand and I gave it to her. My vision danced with a billion colors, like glitter and it felt as though a big gust of wind had swept her and I up and held us in the air. I felt the skin on my back tighten and stretch but it didn't hurt. "What's happening?" She smiled at me and said, "Just accept it." I felt an odd sensation, like dry skin cracking as it stretched and separated and then two white wings erupted from my back. They were identical to the two soft wings that had once adorned Wendy's back.

I embraced her deeply ” I’ve really missed your company ” I whispered into her ear ” I’ve missed you too, I couldn’t bare watching you being lonely everyday, that’s why I quickly find a way to come back to you ” she replied me smiling and tears of joy started dripping down my face, I never knew that we angels too can weep, but it was real, I was an angel and I was weeping just because my long lost love came back to me. She’s already back to her normal size, I brought out my wing and took her into my hands as I started flying above back to the sky. When I got back to heaven, I asked the supreme one to allow me marry the perfect one, but he didn’t accept, but with the aid of mother Creator and

I nodded eagerly. He stepped away from me, and for some seconds there was silence. I cocked my brow at him, and just then, dark wings, black as night, sprang from his back. I gasped, backing away; my leg came into contact with something hard, and I fell to the ground. Nick looked... like a fallen angel with those wings. "Don't be afraid; this is our ride." "Well, you should have told me... what... what are you?" I asked "A turned one," he answered, coming closer to me. I backed away again, and abruptly, he picked me up like I weighed nothing. "They are just wings."

I go to stand up, only to immediately fall on my ass as my entire center of gravity is thrown off by a heaviness I don't recognize in my back. I reach behind me, trying to find the culprit, and I'm met with…feathers? I look behind me and see, yep, okay, literal enormous ass wings. As black as a raven's but as big as…I don't know what, but they were fucking huge. A cool wind blows, rustling the feathers and sending an intense shiver down my spine. I touch them where I can reach, and I shudder; gods, it tickles like someone running a light touch across the back of my neck. 'Well. That was unexpected.' Tamisra says in my head, and I internally glare at her before I look at Aylin.

All eyes were on the star's ascension, watching it unfolded into bursting wings of light. Lars has transformed into a white armored angel with six divine wings hovering behind his back, connected by a golden halo. The armor was his own solidified Scion Force, sparkling in majestic grandeur of white and gold. A sword patterned crown rested on Lars' head, having the same royal pattern as his brilliantly burning Celestial Calibur.

He won’t let him kill his mate. Sabrina and the others tried to help Azrael, but they all flew away when Lucian released dark magic to attack them all in one swift movement. Only Azrael didn’t fly away because he used his angel power to dodge Lucian’s attack. He howled and cried out of pain on his back when suddenly something grew on his back. He roared and a pair of white wings appeared on his back. It’s his angel wings. His eyes glowed with flecks of gold and his aura changed. He roared and attacked Lucian again.