Angels Will Fly Novels & Stories

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

I suddenly fly. I can’t believe that I can fly, that I am flying. My hands were covered with black smoke and I felt an energy flowing in me. I looked down and watched the humans fight the giants and up here in the sky are the battles of angels versus angels. I saw a fire in a phoenix with a human form and its wings were blazing too. It is holding a sword without thinking twice. I know that it is Michael. I followed it but I saw the white smoke and my curiosity to know who owns it came back. That is why instead of following Michael. I followed the white smoke and I saw Michael and the white smoke clash. They fight like the other angels. The sky is bright because of the spiritual battle of the

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

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.

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared. The next section described control. Most angels learned to extend and retract their wings during childhood. The process relied heavily on emotional and magical control. That sounded familiar. I flipped to another page. Flight. Apparently flying wasn’t just about having wings. It required balance, coordination, and magical support. Many young angels practiced for years before mastering it. That was… slightly intimidating. Still, it was possible. Which meant mine might work eventually too. The next section made me pause. Clothing. I leaned closer to read.

"You don't know what you are saying. You can't die! You swore!" I sighed. I looked at Cassy seriously and shook my head. I wanted to fight, too. I wanted to be with her and spent the rest of my life with her, but I can’t wage a war I’ve already lost from the beginning. Even if our whole clan came together we would not be able to defeat the angels. They are the highest creatures God has ever brought to this world. What are we? We’re just flies hanging around their playground. And, I cannot afford to shed blood, with my sisters on the loose.

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.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.