Novel & Cerita Angels And Wings

“You can't hide behind your sarcasm forever, little mortal. I know you're terrified- I hear your heart beating wildly, smell your fear on the air as cortisol races through your veins. It's all very endearing, like a kitten mewling for help in the clutches of a wolf.” “You're avoiding my question,” I said, voice wavering. His gaze was penetrating- there was nothing else to see beyond his haunting face. The rest of the night tunneled to blackness, losing its faint color in the cold light of his skin. “You know, angels were depicted with wings in religious art to symbolize their connection to the divine. Somewhere along the way, people mistook metaphor for fact, and the belief that angels

This was the rebellion. There were three figures standing upon a floating platform. This platform defied the laws of physics, stably keeping those who stood on it secure. The platform was connected to nothing in particular; yet it remained standing. The three figures on the platform were of similar likeness, having been created in the same image. The only difference was the color of their hair and their eyes. Each of them had six wings, and each was coated in a radiance so majestically grand that the human eye would have been blinded from staring directly at them for more than a second. Luckily, there were no humans here – only angels. For beneath the platform several angels warred against e

"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.

A voice demanded Angy hesitantly opened her eyes only for her for her jaw to basically drop open, not believing what she was seeing Before her wasn't the priest who she had been speaking with earlier, instead a lean figure wrapped in white shirt and pants with long white hair pulled in a bun, his face was flawless and skin that appeared so white he almost looked like a statue made out of porcelain, what seemed more unrealistic was the tuff of white feathers that made up two pairs of large wings in the purest of white she had ever seen. They dragged on the floor just behind him He..he was beautiful. Too beautiful. Eerily beautiful

The cold metal was wedged between his lips. Making it hard to breathe and to swallow. Slick with his own spit and the taste of the man who held it. His knees ached from kneeling. Joints screaming in protest. But still, he didn't move. Couldn't. Wouldn't. No. ‘Never gonna let go.’ His hands were still touching Angel’s hips. Like a devotee that’s worshipping his God. The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him.

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

I whispered. My arms were on either sides of her head as I gazed heavily into her mesmerizing brown orbs as they peer directly into mine. Andrea pokes her tongue out of her mouth and swiftly swipes it along her lower lip making my hard on even more harder. I move the hair that managed to find itself on her face to the side capturing her beauty in my head. "I-I can't control my sinful desires anymore. I want us to be one tonight, Andrea. I want to feel you around every inch of me. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want everyone in this god-damned house to hear your screams of pleasure. Please let me make you mine," I whispered brushing my lips against hers.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Both types of angles, however, are believed to have been created by God to protect humans. The word angel in the Hebrew Bible, Greek New Testament, and the Koran means 'a messenger of God'. The word simply denotes the duties of a messenger. The word does not describe any type name for the matter. Most of the time, in art, angels are depicted as humanoids with bird-like wings (white feathers) and halos. Often, they wore robes, and they were always shown amidst various kinds of shining lights.