Characters With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

As chaos began to ensue, I stepped away from those tentacles and for the first time in millennia, the sky opened up and even though Night, Darkness and Corruption were hovering and ruling this moment, there is something greater here on Earth. I used the moment when Apollo's Arrow appeared to have the light rays directed toward that weapon and smiled. Many think that the Angel who walks with me lives inside me and needs me, but this is not the truth, I am just a conduit and his real body was just a myth. But now he agreed with me, that this creature should die by our hands and even those who had not realized that Day had imposed itself on Night, would now know, for the clouds were dyed red an

but it was so bright they were completely silhouetted the only thing they knew was that this person was an angel as wings were outlined against the light when the light faded Kyra stood there two pairs of wings unfurled from her back one pair was a beautiful white the other pair shining gold her hair danced around her head as if blown by the wind and the silver flecks of her green eyes now ringed her irises and glowed vibrantly two curved scimitar swords were blazing with golden angels fire in her hands and she was dressed in her black battle suit and coat with fully armored boots and a full chest and back plate covered her torso on her chest plate was shining a new sigil that marked her as

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.

If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit. Just like a witch has a dæmon, an angel has its wings. The wings reflect the soul—small wings meant a damaged one. And Dorin and the High Lord's wings are too small to even allow them to fly. "Aurelia!" I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "High Lord," I mumble, bowing my head ever so slightly. He smirks. "How good of you to finally answer my command." I bite my tongue and offer up a small smile. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask in a painfully polite voice.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

“You can't hide behind your sarcasm forever, little mortal. I know you're terrified- I hear your heart beating wildly, smell your fear on the air as cortisol races through your veins. It's all very endearing, like a kitten mewling for help in the clutches of a wolf.” “You're avoiding my question,” I said, voice wavering. His gaze was penetrating- there was nothing else to see beyond his haunting face. The rest of the night tunneled to blackness, losing its faint color in the cold light of his skin. “You know, angels were depicted with wings in religious art to symbolize their connection to the divine. Somewhere along the way, people mistook metaphor for fact, and the belief that angels

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Alice's PoV All the demons were slain, me and all the warriors tracked down the gate from where the evil first was released. Upon our arrival, the door was already closing, a female figure from within with large white wings along with black feathers in some part, a beautiful looking angel with injuries that bloodied her clothes was attempting to escape the underworld realm before it fully closed trapping her within.