Angel With Wings And Halo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After the Bath, just after midnight, every clan did their ritual to welcome the deities. Just as an ordinary night of every Bath, this one particular angel climbed to the hilltop of the Ariums. She was glowing unlike everybody else. Not just that she radiated the brightest, but because her glow was red - she looked on fire. Her feathers were red-orange like the sunset. Though everyone could see her wings, no one could see her face. It was covered by an invisible veil and from afar, anyone could only see her glow and her face was blinding even just to stare. So, since that night everyone called her the Phoenix.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

"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.

She relaxed her body in his arms and moaned. A few strands of hair were loose from her ponytail and were framing her face. He gently tucked the loose strands behind her ears. He caressed her face while staring into her eyes intensely. She did not know what he was searching for, but she was comfortable with it. She stared back into his beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. She loved his eyes, the beautiful swirl of colors in them, it was like staring out of the Galaxy at another world. His eyes seemed to be telling a story, trying to pass across a message, but she could not understand it. He held her chin with his right hand and tilted her head towards his. He bent his head and softly placed his l

He was a large man with blonde hair that towered over everyone on the battlefield. "Remember only to mutilate and restrain her, do not kill the angel," He gave his command shifting his gaze to the creature levitating in the sky amid the chaos and devastation of the battlefield. She was a figure of ethereal beauty. A female angel with golden locks and radiant wings, her presence seemed to bring a moment of sublime peace amidst the violence.

Alana, adorned in black angel attire, gave off the captivating charm of a succubus, seducing the light angel. The black feathers meticulously sewn onto the bodice created an illusion of wings, wrapping around her figure like a gentle embrace. The feathers extended downward, transitioning into a layered, ethereal skirt that seemed to float above the ground. A delicate, intricate lace mask obscured half of her face, accentuating the air of mystery surrounding the dark angel. She moved her wings just as she twirled and winked at the audience before going back to the backstage area with an extra sway of her hips.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

The lunar brilliance traced the severe planes of his face, his folded wings like midnight forged in frost. Beside him rested Haniel, the Seraph of Hope and Grace. Her throne bloomed with living silver roses, their petals glistening with dew that shimmered like starlight tears. A soft radiance surrounded her gentle, healing, reminiscent of dawn after endless night. Yet beneath that serenity lingered quiet sorrow, as if she clung to grace only to keep despair from consuming her. Her wings, pale as early morning light, arched behind her in silent prayer.

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.