Characters With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

The most rare was called the arch angels. They had beautiful white wings that could fly to the heavens if they chose to. Their skin glowed like the sun and their eyes were white. Everything about them was pure and beautiful. The hell angels find and eliminate these shifters. Only our king, Chase stands with those wings now and after two hundred years they have been considered an extinct race.

A pair of thick white wings emerged, breaking the cover away from inside and sending it to clash against Logan's staff. Logan staggered. The cover ricocheted off from the clash and crashed through the wall at the back of the church. The Holy Sarcophagus buzzed. Logan peered inside. A man with fair, smooth skin sat up slowly. His eyes were closed. His fair was the color of gold. He looked grim. Two pairs of wings sprouted from behind him. He radiated blinding white light. The four-winged angel flapped his wings and circled inside the church. The rays emanated from him broke through the roof and illuminated the interior in blinding light.

Angel taunted as he strode inside the room. His stride halted when he saw the legs of Rufus’s youngest son – the boy no one was allowed to see. A deep frown furrowed his eyebrows. The boy had hind legs, a bushy tail and paws. The torso though was human – if one could call the pale skeleton-framed boy human, but the lower part of him was unmistakenly were. Angel couldn’t quite believe his eyes. He directed his gaze at Kurt, wanting confirmation of what was before him. “You piece of shit!” Antonio Rufus yelled in reply. Angel ignored him.

After a few moments, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky, it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." I answered Nay Aurelia with a smile, but I felt like my body was going limp.

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

“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.

Specifically, my hero from this afternoon. The cliff face towers high on the left of the page, the perspective exactly as if I were falling once more. Then I draw Malachi, his face set in steely determination to save me, his arms outstretched to catch me. His body is streamlined like a swift, swooping to reach me quickly. And spreading from his back are the transparent and silvery wings that gave him perfect control over his descent. He didn't just fall towards me. He flew towards me. An angel with a sole purpose to rescue me. My soulmate who would always protect me.

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.

“My mom always said I was an angel. I don’t know where he got his ‘tude from.” “Absolutely you,” she chuckled, trailing the two newest markings along the undersides of the winged woman’s wings; Ezra Marshall and Luna Georgette. “Thankfully, he has those charming dark eyes and handsome smile just like his daddy. I don’t know if I would’ve gone back for number two if he wasn’t so damn cute.”

Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran House of Raguel POV: Aeshma (A flashback of the past) I noted Sarah's reaction when she saw my black wings. I bet she wondered why I had this shade when in fact Guardian Angels do have white wings. Well, I used to have one. My wings were beautifully glorious. They had a radiant whiteness unlike any other. Even Raphael and Michael used to tease me a lot about it. They said that I am a favorite of our Boss; that He gave me a special treatment with regards to my angel wings.