Characters With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

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.

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.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

the doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

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 stop at the entrance of the room and see her pacing holding her head, tears pouring down her face. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess as I attempt to sift through them. Images of Cyrus with one of the she-wolves, Primly laughing. The worst of all is her picturing Cyrus mark someone else. I can feel her heart break slightly. Then she whips around and slams her fist down, and a scream escapes her that rattles the territory. The bed is instantly engulfed in flames, but that’s not what catches my attention. Andricia's skin is glowing, and two giant white wings now hang off her back. They are completely extended until suddenly she falls limp, and they disappear back into her back. Her skin was no

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!