Angels Wings Meaning Novels & Stories

"Is that what the tattoo is for? Your Mom?" She slowly nods her head and averts her gaze back towards the window, her tattoo peeking out just a smidge above her uniform collar. "For her... and my Dad. Black angel wings usually represent fallen angels. My Mom and Dad? They were my angels." Silence looms over us as I pull into the department parking lot and turn the engine off. "Will you talk to him for me, Crayvin? Just check on him for me, please? I don't want him alone, and you two are close. He probably needs you more than you think right now, even if he isn't ready to admit that to you, yet."

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

The Goddess Sol requested. I looked at Angel and realized that we were wearing simple clothes. Thank fuck. We had fallen asleep without clothes. They were entirely unnecessary obstacles. Angel pulled down the edge of her tank top. Right over her heart was a crown. I had thought that it was an interesting shape for a mark and figured that there was a deeper meaning behind it. “These handsome mates of yours have their own prophesy. Twins born from a God’s blood and essence who will be infused with light even though they are not Fae. They are blessed with it because it is their duty to help bridge the gap of species while enforcing the salvation of the damned.”

He suddenly stopped and looked at us with a serious face. "Let's get back to work." He walked away and we laughed. I walked towards the set and took my wings back. I missed my wings.. 2 years of vacum made me miss my job as a model. I really miss this, walking confidently on a stage with the most fashionable bras, panties.. and lastly wings. Girls who got picked as an Angel are special, we’re not only VS brand ambassador but.. we’re picked to walk on the runway with wings. Only Angel can wear that so it’s a really big deal.

the man asked, pointing to a huge wing decoration in the middle of the room. "Usually the black wings refer to Lucifer, the fallen angel, Satan. Black wings are usually used as a symbol of satan worship, that's what I know." "You're clever, child." The man said as he rubbed Alexa's nose. "You're not afraid?" "As long as they're men, their weakness is in their crotch. I will fuck them and they will worship me as their new satan." Alexa said in a haughty tone. The man smiled. And that smile! Oh God, Alexa recognised that smile. Even more, Alexa felt that she had met this man somewhere before, but she couldn't remember.

Wow! If they did live together, what happened to them? I haven't heard of any existing angels. I have to say the angels intrigue me, though. Even though they have the same physical structures as humans, they possess celestial abilities. Like wings to fly, which aren't visible until a situation calls for them. They also foresee future events. A divination ability. It's so cool that I wish I were an angel. It's the only thing I want to be. Better off than being a monster.

The twins were both teary-eyed while staring at their mother’s statue. “Should we go to the Central Kingdom now?” Yzzabelle asked her twin brother with excitement. “Yes. I can’t wait to see the great sextuplets that also look like our mother.” “Me too!” “Are you ready?” Ezzekiel asked and Yzzabelle nodded. They both spread their golden wings wide open and flew upward. When they spread their wings right at the entrance of the church, the priest saw them and gasped in awe. It was a rare sight to see golden wings. “Are they holy angels?” the priest mumbled to himself while looking up and his gaze followed the retreating figure of the angels.

the Alpha asked. “Hm… I do not know.” “See, I am not an angel. I do not have wings.” “It must be fun to have wings, isn’t it? like the birds who can just freely venture the sky and watch the beauty of the world below them. Would you not like that?” I remarked and thought of what could be the birds sees when they are in the air, gliding their wings, and feeling the breeze and freedom they have. “Why would one wants to see the beauty of the world when the one in front of them was more priceless and astounding?”

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.