Angel With Wings And Halo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His eyes begin to glow an icy blue as I find myself once again lost in the fluffy clouds, Darriels voice whispers to me. "You have to find her in the realm Beven." I look up and see her, her pale face and beautiful snow-white hair, I call out to her, and she turns her head to look at me with her pale blue eyes, she smiles as she says to me." "Beven." As I go to take her in my arms, I notice her crystal white wings glowing in the sun and the halo of light that surrounds her. She's an Angel. I cry out to her, my heart filled with dread; she cannot leave me.

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.

Her hands open enough for me to breathe, but I'm too weak to move away from her palm. "Alyssa?" Azrael walks over with his wings folding behind his back. The angel slowly falls to his knees while keeping those intense, worried eyes on mine. God, he is handsome. He is wearing dark clothes and something that looks like leather; it suits him. But it is the way his entire face conveys sympathy that makes my pulse race. Before I close my eyes, I notice butterflies in my stomach.

"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.

She tried opening her eyes again and when it didn't hurt anymore she sits up, touching her forehead, looking at the side, her eyes wide as her heart pounded really loud. The first thing she saw was white glittering wings but as soon as the one who owns them turned around, the wicked smile was the first she noticed. It is him! Although it was only the smile she saw, she is certain it is him! The Angel of Death! "No need to be afraid," he says, giggling a little. He was wearing a hood making it hard to see what he really looks like. "I'm not here to harm you. I was just here to make sure you were not dead yet."

A dazzling smile appeared as a warm glint relaxed Angelo’s body. “Hey, you don’t have to bow at me. I am not your God. Please refrain from doing so. It makes me uncomfortable.” A small voice sounded like an angel. Angelo swallowed his saliva. Suddenly, he could see a halo and white wings from her back. A white light surrounded Shadow. “Your Holiness.” With a smile, Shadow took his hand and pulled him up. He did. He rose from his position and dazedly stared at her. “Ask your people to rise.”

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

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 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.

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.