Angels With Black Wings Novels & Stories

“Let’s keep going.” The others followed in the steps of their leader. All of them wore a black outfit in their own styles, but there was one similarity to all of their clothes. They all bore a logo of two pairs black wings in an X formation with a white halo above it, showing their signature. The Black Angels Mercenaries.

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.

It wasn’t until the stranger had addressed Prince Nathaniel the way that he did that I realised that the King the stranger was talking about was, in fact, Prince Nathaniel. I then watch the stranger as he opens and extends his beautiful black wings, taking to the air and flying off into the distance. I have heard stories of the Angels both White and Black, but had never met one. The other thing I had heard was that not all White Angels were good and not all Black Angels were bad. I slowly get back to my feet and then walk back to the tent, sitting back on Isabella's meditation cushion once more. As I sit there I feel as Romeo blocks our connection again and again I feel an emptiness settle o

“Well. You see… We were thinking that... maybe you would like to let the twins in the shadow realm, to live with Uriel, since you won't be able to look after them and concentrate on the war at the same time. I mean, we know that you care about them, but you will only put yourself in danger if you'll take them with you to Hell. Better said, you'll only end up putting them in danger, since you know how to take care of yourself.” “It's alright Emily, it has already crossed my mind to let them live with either Uriel or Azrael. Though, letting them live with Uriel, might be a better idea since the circles respect him a bit more than Azrael.” “Yup, but I wonder why?” “Because, Azraels wings are bl

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

She was truly the best of both her parents. “Her name is Aerian.” Syrreon told me. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” I drawled. “There is something you should know. She is a rare dark angel.” Syrreon added. I looked at him to make sure he was not bullshitting me. He was not. Well, fuck me! Everyone knew of the white angels, which were the common ones, but every now and then an angel would be born with colored wings and feathers. Black was the rarest and honestly, they were a myth. The last one to have been born was over 1000 years ago and even then, there was no written proof that she had existed, but there was no proof that she had not existed either. They were also said to be t

I whisper, shocked. "You are nature. Your magic is constructive. There is a book somewhere in my study, where they forecasted your arrival for the greater good of all the creatures. There is a picture of you with your soulmate who has black wings and of a warrior Angel behind you both" he tells it like, he didn't expect it to happen, but it did anyway. This is too big and beyond us. The lord above has something very big planning from above there. "What do you mean by a book on us. A warrior Angel was with us? Great uncle, warrior Angels were sent for only special purpose. They will not stay on earth with us. They are bound to heaven and the lord. It is simply not possible" I argue with him.

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first, I thought I imagined things. I was flying over the city, and on one of the rooftops stood none other than my best mate Samael. He was a bit younger looking and completely irreverent of my power. He flipped me off and told me, sod off.” Zoe covers her mouth with a giggle and shakes her head bemused. “What?” She asks, her mood lighter. I nod my head and roll my eyes. “The little bugger was all attitude. I knew he wasn’t Samael, but the resemblance was uncanny. He had to at least be a relation of Samael’s’. His wings gave his heritage away. You see, angels have feathered wings just like the ones you see in human paintings. Demons have wings like