Angels With Black Wings Novels & Stories

A small gate was opened to me. Without wasting time, I entered to meet an angel with big six black wings. He has a powerful aura radiating around him in the shadow of the valley. He doesn’t smile but I could see that he is a wicked angel. He looked at me from top to my sore and said the servant of divine why are you here.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

The painting was dark, horrifyingly dark. From a darkened sky was an angel; her beautiful white shoulder seemed to have been wounded, for she was falling from the sky; she looked weak and even unconscious. Her darkish hair was stuck to her teary face, damp from red tears, and even her lips were parted. Droplets of blood from a stab to her wings fell into the water; although it was a piece, she could almost sense her pain. And then she looked below, there was a demon, and unlike the angel falling from the sky, he was coming out of a body of blood, his black wings stretched majestically, his hands reaching out...

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

“What in Beelzebub’s name is going on here?” That velvety, unmistakable voice suddenly stopped our every action, drawing our attention and the very moment we looked up, our guardian archangels slowly descended from the perfectly clear sky, Lucifer’s ebony with a tinge of red wings gracefully flapping through the air as he firstly touched the ground, quickly followed by Azrael, Gabriel and Michael. I simply stared at them in awe, silently admiring Michael and Gabriel’s wings, -since this was the first time I was actually seeing them- noticing the few bloody red feathers at each ending, contrasting that pure white, also exhaling in relief, feeling so thankful for their such great timing.

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

“Donna Medici, I beg for your mercy…” I thought for a moment before saying, “The one who sinned was Victor. You’re just another victim of his. You may have disrespected me before, but now that you’ve repented, I’ve decided to show you some mercy. Now, get out and never appear before me again.” Sophia bowed her head in gratitude, scrambling as she fled the study. When she reached the gates of the estate, a sudden light burst into her eyes.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

With his forehead still touching the wall, he turned cautiously, tilting it to reveal what he'd been so desperately trying to conceal from me. Ethan's eyes were pools of obsidian black. All the white had been eradicated. The blue iris was gone. The only colour that remained was the pupil that now burned an iridescent orange fire, that could have been mistaken for rage if it wasn't for the overwhelming sense of sadness that consumed his expression. Underneath his eyes, that same inky-stain that plagued his hands, was stretching down over his cheekbones, the tendrils snaking out from the edge like feathery veins under his skin. Angel wings , I thought. Like angel wings across his face .

To save the magic realm, all angels decided to sacrifice themselves for the sextuplets because they believed that only they could defeat the demons. As the creepy sound continued, the bloody sky filled with black dots. However, it wasn’t just black dots, it’s the armies of flying creatures! They are the powerful demons from the underworld. They have two horns, big eyes, a long nose, long pointed ears, and a wide mouth with crooked fangs, but sharp, with huge black wings and a sharpened tail like steel. Above all else, they’re flowing with immense dark power. If combined, they are more powerful than Demon Lord Samael.