Angel Wings: With Eyes Novels & Stories

Those eyes seemed to shine from behind a tree just a few feet away. Asa had never seen red eyes and these appeared to be more than just intriguing. In a trance, he took steps towards it, only to stop midway when his hand couldn't make it further the transparent barrier. With both his hands resting over the obstruction, Asa smiled softly at the mysterious pair of eyes. The eyes blinked a few times before a figure emerged whom the dragon eyes belonged to. A young boy came out into the moonlight with jet black wings spread, making him look too good to be true. The angel mindlessly watched as the male took steps towards him. He stopped just a few steps away, causing the other to bang a fist in f

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

"Go back to the palace, get this taken care of." He let out a soft whine before he lowered his head and ran away, towards the palace. I felt Ava more closer to me than ever and then I heard something. My head snapped up and I swear I saw an angel. Large white-gold wings, long silver and an ethereal silhouette. Familiar electric blue eyes met mine and for a second the whole world faded away. All I could see was her. My angel. My mate. "Avalyn." I breathed. She has wings now. She's truly a faye now, in every sense of the world.

Xander yelled there was a brilliant flash of light and from outside in the tunnels came the screeching sounds of demons dyeing someone stood in the light but it was so bright they were completely silhouetted the only thing they knew was that this person was an angel as wings were outlined against the light when the light faded Kyra stood there two pairs of wings unfurled from her back one pair was a beautiful white the other pair shining gold her hair danced around her head as if blown by the wind and the silver flecks of her green eyes now ringed her irises and glowed vibrantly two curved scimitar swords were blazing with golden angels fire

All the Royals I've met are quite persuasive, but Avy was the best out of them on that matter. And so, after she spent her party annoying me to do it, I gave in. I hadn't seen her face since I was 3 years old, when I awakened my eye-power and the enhancement of all of my senses that came with it, it has been 8 years since it happened. From that moment onwards I had to depend on my 4 other senses entirely, so even though I cannot see with my eyes because of the eye-band, I know everything that was happening around me. And I am very conscious of other people's energies and smell, so I can tell who is who very easily as if I was seeing them.

Rubbing my eyes I looked up to see Justin's narrowed eyes watching all of us and cursed. "He can not be her mate if she has angel wings," Einar growled in my head and I exhaled deeply as I gave him a sympathetic glance.

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

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.

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.

Tears filled her eyes, and she asked in a shaky voice, "You did this?" To this, Aiden nodded. The painting depicted a scene of a baby in a cradle, surrounded by endless clouds and flowers. It was a beautiful, almost heaven-like place. Hovering protectively over the baby was an angel with large, feathered wings outstretched, as if the angel is using them to shield and watch over the infant. The angel's facial expression was serene and benevolent, with a gentle smile on its face as it gazes down at the sleeping baby. The angel's body was shrouded in flowing, ethereal robes, depicted in shades of white and traces of gold.