Angels Flight Novels & Stories

I can't lose my angel! *************************

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.” —

Altair and Aaron. Two bright stars on the endless sky that life is and can be. Two perfect little angel who just happened to hit a bit of a road bump right before they were even welcomed into the world. Born a bit too small and frail to be allowed to fly, the two little angels have been confined to secure chambers that helped them grow and develop their flight wings. Or at least, until they were ready to be taken home. That day came way too late.

Anything at all. ************* Hannah and Garin were back in the desert, waiting for Fawn and Norae to arrive so they could finish this fight once and for all. They weren't about to run away again only to be found later on. Now was the time to take a stand and face the angels whose mission was to end their lives. Suddenly, there was a boom from the sky and the sound appeared a light that transported the two angels into the desert. They flew over the sand for a few seconds before landing on the ground.

Slumping down on the ground, I try to rise, but chunks flow out of my lips, and my body quivers painfully. Just then, a whooshing sound resounds around me. Looking up, I find myself surrounded by two angels and several hellhounds. One of the angels steps forward, his face set in a sneer as he uses his boot to roughly push me onto my back. Crying out in pain, I tighten my lips and fully face the angels. Both angels have golden hair and eyes, as well as large feathered wings. Based on the color of their feathers, I can see that they’re seraphim. “Where’s Galena?” The seraphim scream out, enraged.

*** While the young man was lost in nostalgia, Kylie continued explaining to them. "Actually, not all people reincarnate on Earth. Apart from those who stay in the Underworld, there are actually some who become similar angels and are sent above. The village chief said it's because those people are like saints..." "Angels exist?" The old man muttered internally, complaining, 'Why am I not selected?' The girl hesitated. "I'm not sure if they are really angels, but according to the souls I've talked to before, some souls did go above, to the heaven which our Goddess Anda called Skyworld."

Elijah asked, bracing himself for the ride. "Yeah. Just a small complication." Peter said not realizing what his words meant to Elijah. 'Small complications mean huge trouble. Those angels dying must mean this mission got a lot worse.' The uništi started moving and for once Elijah was able to take his mind off the trip. 'I know angels being killed can't be good.' Elijah spent most of the ride thinking about how dangerous this journey could be. It had started to rain after five hours of traveling. The group had been traveling along a forest path and decided to stop for now. Heinrich got out first and levitated square slabs of stone above everyone's heads.

40 sec, the camera fell to the ground and its lense were directed to the ceiling, an aesthetic masterpiece was painted. Intertwined branches of vines, studded with flowers and differently colored butterflies, two angels were flying down from the clouds, aimed in their mouth are trumpets, each are held on their opposite hands, fully stretched meant to touch shoulders together, their feet behaving the same way, while their outer feet were bended, arched to create a four like pose on the low. It creates an optical illusion, making it appear like the angels are going to meet you halfway. Flashback "Brylle, I'll be writing a historical fiction. Can you join me by tomorrow?" In semi flirting voice

They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings. The warriors release their arrows all at once, the sharp clicks echoing through the clearing. The arrows hit the angels’ wings earning harsh cries of pain in return. The wolves give the ropes attached to the arrows a solid yank and the wings of all five angels collapse. They plummet towards the ground, letting out horrible screams. I move my queen right as they hit the dirt around us. “Check mate.”