Free Angel Wings Novels & Stories

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

“You guys are going to make the helicopter crash. Beverly's in there! " And the helicopter was actually airborne. Fly freely into the wide space. Like a bird that has just been released from its cage. Brook, Edwin and their men stared at the helicopter in annoyance. Brook also dropped his body to the ground. His knees reached the ground first. His hands clenched tightly. Very strong, along with the tears that flooded her cheeks. Seeing that, Edwin immediately ordered his men to leave the two of them. "Prepare the helicopter, we will return to the hotel now." Edwin told his trusted people.

“Don’t you think that if I was supernatural, I would know? I mean… I don’t have wings or glowing eyes. Anyway, my mom says that my dad was a one-night stand met at a nightclub near her university.” If I was paying attention, I would have noticed Mathias’s head snap in my direction. I would have noticed his eyes appraise my appearance. “Then how do you explain your rapid healing, luv?” Azazel asks. “You fell down the bloody stairs and were stabbed in the stomach, yet you have no wounds. No human would have survived those kinds of injuries. Also, only pure angels are born with wings. It’s rare for Nephilim to be born with wings. It’s also rare for female angels to even exist.”

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.

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

Then the air in the room became thick and heavy and I couldn’t help but move closer to Eli who wrapped his arms around me protectively. Then Michaels wings came out of his back, breaking out of the grey t shirt he was wearing. Instead of them being the snow white like I heard all angels wings were, they were pitch black. They flapped once lifting him off the ground as he stared down at Nuala. “I. Am. Not. Jealous. Over. A. Damn. Fox.”

he said and I smirked. "No problem, I will prove it. An angel only shows her true wings when her life is in danger. No matter since how long she is pretending to be human, she will show her true colours once she will see death so close to her... So close that she will realise that if she won't fly, she will die. I will make that happen" I just said that left to my room before he could stop me.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

"They are just... sensitive." "Sensitive?" I let my hands return to my lap. "Angel wings are the most precious thing in the world to them. They protect them at all costs. An angel who loses his wings is condemned to hell. It's the same with demons." "What does it feel like?" I asked and saw a smirk on his face.

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.