Angels With Black Wings Novels & Stories

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

The broken forms of vampires, werewolves, and humans alike lying in crumpled heaps. Yet amidst the carnage, three lone figures continued to battle with the fury of avenging angels against the seemingly endless demonic horde. Enzo's true demonic form hovered in the air, supported by massive black wings that spanned the width of the grand foyer. He slammed one thrashing beast to the ground with a wild roar. The ground cracked beneath the impact. Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature.

I can feel that his was in sync with mine. "Yes, it is, " he replied politely. He sure acted different tonight. Definitely not the usual Eriol as a butler. Maybe a change of location was needed for him to show this kind side? "You're lucky to be able to do this. I actually thought demons can't fly, " I commented near his ear. I heard a low grumble from him and thereafter he said, "These black wings are the only portion left of me when I was still an archangel, Andrea. This is why I am still able to fly."

Isabelle Giant demons with their black wings spread valiantly and their weapons shown proudly in their hands as they battled in close combat with their angel counterparts. Black panthers scratched the ground before taking off to challenge the unicorns. The unicorns kicked off neighing and ran forward into battle. The archdemons and archangels traded blows with their weapons and sometimes bloody fists.

“Cutter, what was up with the black? And that feathery coat?” Shrugging, Cutter replied, “Remember, good guys don’t always wear white, Ru. The coat was probably to contain his wings.” “Wings?” “Yeah, he’s an Arch—an angel. Angels have wings. We don’t have them because we are half-human, remember? That’s why we have our scars.” “Right.” Her mouth may have given the impression she understood, but she couldn’t fathom actually seeing a person with wings. “You didn’t see any of the angels during the battle at Kayakoy?” he asked, taking a step toward the stairs.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

Thus the black being of darkness wasn't so impressed. "Even so, I've already searched the entirety of this world and still couldn't find IT. That can only mean one thing, it is no longer here." The black being smiled again, as a light of realization flashed in his eyes. He looked toward the direction of the blue sea and dashed towards it, flying. In the next moment, the black being of darkness was standing in the air, in the middle of the blue sea. Then he dashed into the dark bottomless vortex. The black being of darkness fell in the bottomless vortex for a while. then in a moment, he discovered that he was no longer falling, but was flying back to the top of a vortex.