Angels Flight Novels & Stories

HongKong, China (July 1936) The Principalities' voices rose above one another, Haneul felt like their trial would last forever. In fact, they haven't addressed Haneul's squad at all, they were all busy quarreling over the state of the universe, which hang precariously out of balance. As of the moment, the angels only have two out of seven feathers in their possession, one of which is being held in Hell and well within Lilith's reach. The Third Angelic Sphere was infiltrated and several of their warriors were lost, including Minho. The American Mirror had descended right under their noses and Tina...

“Why didn't you let me go to save Viola? We could have got her back. She needs our help. Will heaven never forgive Viola? If not, ask them, banish me too, ” Michael said angrily, flapping his wings, but he couldn't. He was captured by the other Angels, his wings tied, rendering him unable to fly.

They descended the winding stair case to be greeted by a sea of bowing human soldiers. And when it was time for them to rejoin the heavens, they ascended the staircase of the tallest tower because it reached up to the heaven. They then spread their magnificent white wings, and took flight. Leaving bellow them a sea of bowing soldiers from the Newley formed Counsel. There is only one painting from that day and it is said to be deep in the lair of the demon overlord on earth. They keep it hidden to allow the stories on the angels to die. But what most don't know is a handful of angels remains on earth, lovestruck by the beauties it had to offer. The Gods allowed it for The Angels would serve t

The Outer Angels fell through the portals opened in the sky. Mira came through one portal and free-falling to the ground. She looked at her sides and noticed the Outer Angels were flying heading towards her. As an intruder, they would prioritize dealing with her before she could reach the ground.

she asked. "Hmm? Oh, I don't have any idea," Angel replied cluelessly. They quickly made their way to the private plane that they would be taking to Australia. Chelsea felt uneasy as they boarded the plane. Angel noticed and asked, "Is there a problem?"

city of Florence was too beautiful. Too golden. Too poetic for the kind of life he wants to live. And poetry? It can’t save you from the mafia. Angel chewed his lips. He wants to go back to America. Period. Angel’s legs moved fast. His head was down but vigilant. Hands tucked into the long sleeves of his white stretchable shirt. His boots tapped against the cobblestone with urgency. His long necklace swayed slightly with every step. Eyes darting. ‘Where are they?’

"THEN FUCKING DO SOMETHING, NIMROD!" "I'LL GET HELP!" Daniel riffled through the drawers to his little pulpit and pulled out a key ring with a thousand keys on it. A couple of wafers of ambrosia fell out on the floor as I hunched down, screaming as my fingers blackened. Underneath was tanned skin, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. An ear fell off, and Daniel looked like he was going to vomit. "Oh fuck this!" Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead.

Xander pressed her shoulders so she sat up on the super soft bed. Instantly, all the memories of that day invaded Angel's mind. It felt like it just happened yesterday. She and Xander were caught in severe turbulence during the flight to Paris and Xander failed to fulfill his desire to touch her. “Xander?” Angel frowned when she heard the click of the door being locked. She shifted her gaze towards the twenty-eight inch screen nailed to the wall. Her eyes widened as she read a series of words printed on the screen. "What is this? Why is this plane headed to Paris instead of Santa Catalina Island?”

He also heard his halo appear with a pop. When he opened his eyes, June would make out that his wings were of golden color. He took off. The breeze carcasses his face softly as he flew over the clouds and the civilian neighborhood. Soon, he reached The Lights. The Lights was the only place from where angels would travel down to earth for their work. June followed the usual procedure and signed his name up before getting his pass. After he was done. He walked towards the lift which led all the angels down to earth.

"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.