Angel Wings: With Eyes Novels & Stories

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

“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.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

I stop at the entrance of the room and see her pacing holding her head, tears pouring down her face. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess as I attempt to sift through them. Images of Cyrus with one of the she-wolves, Primly laughing. The worst of all is her picturing Cyrus mark someone else. I can feel her heart break slightly. Then she whips around and slams her fist down, and a scream escapes her that rattles the territory. The bed is instantly engulfed in flames, but that’s not what catches my attention. Andricia's skin is glowing, and two giant white wings now hang off her back. They are completely extended until suddenly she falls limp, and they disappear back into her back. Her skin was no

the blonde angel asked no one on particular as she strolled about " haah my God is lost should I put up fliers?.....*silence* hey ,hey I know that was stupid okay don't ridicule me" she walks on as she soon encounters a black haired man and woman . ' humans?' she thought but then she sees their eyes one has silver eyes while the man has red eyes and his pupils are like slits the girl suddenly spreads her wings jet black wings which have a glow about them but not eerie. ' fallen? but the girl those eyes that glow with those wings it can only be' "Darka?" both figures turn their heads and stare at the blonde girl when the male dashes forward in the blink of an eye and takes a hold of her neck

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it