Free Angel Wings Novels & Stories

"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.

Mr Carter said and Ethan acknowledged Andrews's greetings with a nod. They all exited Olivia's apartment and locked it. They all sat in Andrews's car and headed for the company. The drive was made in silence as each one prayed for the safety of Olivia. "God, I recently got to know you. The preacher man said to me; Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. This is the scripture he read to me. So, God, this is my first request, please keep Olivia safe and help us find her," Mr Carter prayed

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

“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

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

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.

“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.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

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

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.