Angels Flight Novels & Stories

The tinted passenger window rolled down. Hanzo’s stormy grey eyes met mine across the short distance. His mouth moved—he was shouting something—but the wind stole every word. “This is on you,” I mouthed back. His eyes widened in pure horror. I wrenched the wheel hard to the side. The Mercedes smashed into the metal barrier at full speed. The force of the impact, combined with the velocity, launched the car into the air. Below me the river waited, dark and raging. I saw it clearly. And I smiled. The Angel had finally spread her wings and escaped the devil’s cage. I was free.

The place was illuminated with a soft, radiant light, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. Surrounding the waterfall, a multitude of angels with various hair colors could be seen. They flew gracefully in the air, their movements harmonious and filled with grace. Some perched on rocks and branches near the water's edge, while others dived playfully into the pool, creating ripples of light and reflections that danced on the surface. Khione turned to her daughter with a gentle smile as they beheld this wondrous place. "This... is the ancestral plane of angels." Kaerlia's eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon the countless angels inhabiting this celestial haven, each one radiant and unique. Sh

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

His flight number was called and he decided to send a message to Camila. Dearest sister, I am sorry I chose to leave this way but with everything happening, I don't think I want to stay around any longer. Take good care of yourself and if you get the chance also leave. Trust me, you will be better off on your own than being with our parents. Tell mum, I will call her when I get to my destination. I love you, sis. take care of yourself.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.

the bird garbled through the water. Angel kicked toward the surface. She had no clue why the flamingo would go on a hike, and could only imagine what she’d broken, but screaming and Ginger never went well in the same sentence. “Ang! Just where do you think you’re—” Angel broke the plane of the water before Mariana got the last word out. She scraped a few escaped strands of hair off her face and asked the petrel, “What about Ginger?” The bird hacked out some water, then sucked in air, rustling his wings as he settled them against his back. “Ginger. Sent me. Tell you.”

I glanced away, back at the object of their mystic transfixation. The flame stared back at me. Suddenly, a burning white door opened. A carpet of inferno unfurled over the altar's lip. The angels took to the air, flying a burning spiral around the portal they'd created. Michael's face was grim. I held my breath, watching as a train of towering figures stepped out of the doorway.

The partitioned presence inside my mind answers before I can. Observer authority override detected. My stomach tightens. “No,” I say quietly. Ezra wipes rain from his face and squints into the golden tear. “So what is it?” The wind slows again. The rain softens. Almost like the storm itself is backing away. Then something moves inside the light. Not descending. Stepping. Like the sky is a doorway and someone just walked through it. The angel emerges. Not falling. Walking. One step out of the rift… then another… until it stands suspended twenty meters above the flooded street.

Missed by the hanumans because they had been watching low rather than high, three skyships had arrived. Jamison took to the air and vanished amid the treetops. Cupun continued to run toward the commotion. The shouting grew louder. From overhead came the sounds of wood pounding against wood. Jamison came down and landed at a run abreast with Cupun. “Angels,” he said. “Angels at war with one another.” —