Angels And Wings Novels & Stories

“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.

Those wings looked scary, at least in Reiji's eyes, not that he would voice it out loud. "Fallen Angels are Angels that have fallen from the grace of God due to having "impure thoughts" that divert them from the teachings of the God in the Bible. The leaders of Grigori were tempted by human women and had fallen after having sex with them. And despite being cast out of Heaven, Fallen Angels can still use the power of light." - Akeno explained seriously to the men, they just paid attention. They were shocked, they didn't know about that except for Reiji because of family circumstances.

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

Lucifer attacked them, again and again, until their bodies were filled with blood and they could barely stand. All of a sudden, the air was electric, as the sky grew dark and foreboding. Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated the horizon, and a figure began to take shape. The light intensified, and the figure grew more defined, until finally, an Angel stood before us. The Angel's wingspan was immense, with feathers that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight. Its body was tall and imposing, with skin that glowed like polished marble. The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars.

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first, I thought I imagined things. I was flying over the city, and on one of the rooftops stood none other than my best mate Samael. He was a bit younger looking and completely irreverent of my power. He flipped me off and told me, sod off.” Zoe covers her mouth with a giggle and shakes her head bemused. “What?” She asks, her mood lighter. I nod my head and roll my eyes. “The little bugger was all attitude. I knew he wasn’t Samael, but the resemblance was uncanny. He had to at least be a relation of Samael’s’. His wings gave his heritage away. You see, angels have feathered wings just like the ones you see in human paintings. Demons have wings like

Salvation near if only they would see her. Her crawling, desperate to see their faces, only to be met with the impossible sight of their wings folding in to cover their backs. The upturned underside of heels and toes as they kneeled. Crawling again. The angels turning again. Their mumbled prayers missing her ears. Their abandonment of her unmistakable and harrowing. And Harrow.

Also, there is a strange beauty to him that is inhuman, and the wings behind his back make me understand why people call these creatures angels. Feathered wings as dark as night, alluringly beautiful yet belonging to a creature so lethal and incredibly reckless, it's almost poetic they got wings. "Breakfast," His voice booms through the air, and I notice his eyes are the color of midnight. "I wonder what twins will taste like?" More tears drip down at the ground. I heard angels were large, but really? The twins look like toys in the angel's hand! "This is wrong!" I scream. "I know," Bailey hugs me to him. "Adam might look serene, but like every angel, he is a monster,"

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

I couldn’t stand I fell on the ground and I was completely off. I dreamed and I was on a different planet and a host of beings had surrounded me. Most of them were angels and archangels. Some of the Angels have about 6 wings, some of the angels have four big wings and some have two wings. Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand.

"They are just... sensitive." "Sensitive?" I let my hands return to my lap. "Angel wings are the most precious thing in the world to them. They protect them at all costs. An angel who loses his wings is condemned to hell. It's the same with demons." "What does it feel like?" I asked and saw a smirk on his face.