Angel Wings Up Novels & Stories

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

He suddenly stopped and looked at us with a serious face. "Let's get back to work." He walked away and we laughed. I walked towards the set and took my wings back. I missed my wings.. 2 years of vacum made me miss my job as a model. I really miss this, walking confidently on a stage with the most fashionable bras, panties.. and lastly wings. Girls who got picked as an Angel are special, we’re not only VS brand ambassador but.. we’re picked to walk on the runway with wings. Only Angel can wear that so it’s a really big deal.

She thought it silly, but she lifted her head to look around and, of course, saw no one. As she rested her head on her arms again, someone rested theirs on her shoulder. A tender gesture meant to give encouragement. She peered up to find a smiling angel dressed in a golden suit of armor sitting beside her. The angel was no bigger than she, its wings spanning wider than its height. She reached out to touch this angel, and her hand passed right through its body. She knew then she was looking at the Ancient Warrior itself.

The way he would look at her as if the whole world resided in her. He held her by her waist, pulled her closer and when she had least expected it, he lifted her up. Angela gripped his shoulders, surprised by his sudden act. "Look up, open your arms and close your eyes, Angel," his voice vibrated with joy and love for her. She would lie if she said she wasn't enjoying herself. She blinked at the pouring sky before closing her eyes and spread her arms out.

I exclaimed, twirling around so I could get a three hundred sixty degree view. I wasn’t exaggerating even a bit. This place truly was magnificent. It almost looked like a huge mountain from outside if you failed to notice the angels sitting atop the high-rise. They were like sentinels in the dark with their wings spread out to its full width, shoulders hunched, and body bent forward in preparation for flight. Their faces weren’t prominent in the dim moonlight, but the statues looked so perfect. I would have thought they were real if Erick hadn’t told me otherwise.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or