Name With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

She was a broken angel spreading smiles everywhere while hurting from inside. “He is so cute,” Angela caressed the newborn’s cheek and smiled fondly. “What are you going to name him?” Angela asked while stroking the baby. “If it’s not too much to ask I wanted you to name him,” Alvira confided hesitantly. Angela looked up at her with mild surprise. She asked her if she was sure about it. Alvira nodded in affirmation. Angela had come into her life like an angel and she wanted her boy to get blessings from this angel. If not for her she would be long dead. Angela lowered her gaze to the baby.

Nathaniel looked composed and stared at Angelina's swollen red lips hungrily before licking her lips once, twice then pecking her. "What!" he growled at the man while the man shrunk, this was the second time he would be interrupted from kissing his Angel to his heart's content. "Sorry" The man's ears and neck were red, "I thought you'd like to know more about these wings" the man stuttered, squirmed under Nathaniel's hard gaze. "No.." "Yes." and Angelina turned to Nathaniel, stared at him with widened eyes until he nodded his head dejectedly. "The wings are called Bicentennial Monument and are referred to in Creole as the Moniman trwa lezel (three–winged monument)" he said.

Was I sober enough for a kiss– Something spread out suddenly, the sound of heavy gush of wind startled me but the sight right before my eyes was breathtaking. “Your wings,” I whispered barely above a whisper as I stared at the large wings sprouting from his back, spreading out and blocking the light. It casted a dim light around us, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. “W-Wow!” I breathed. “You're an angel.” “... Of lust,” he shrugged. “These are the wings of Lust. It's more or less my identity. A big part of it.”

"I'm sorry for doubting you," I sink to the ground, wary of the massive wings that are busy knocking leaves into the clearing. "You're welcome." Slowly, the angel stands up, shooting for the sky while keeping his broad back facing me. His proud wings stretch out, easily rivaling some of the smaller trees that aren't magical. "May I know your name?" Smiling, I shake my head. "No, it wouldn't be wise to tell you. I'm not supposed to talk with you, and falling in love is out of the question."

He replied. "Angel is just the name I have given you!" I said, feeling irritated. "No, Mary. I'm a real angel. The name was just a coincidence." He responded with a smile. I looked at him to see if he's trying to prank me. But then, he looks like he's not lying about it. "Mary, look at those winged creatures from that side! Those are the demons who work for the devil himself!" Angel whispered. I looked in that direction and saw the demons he was talking about. They look like the angels from what other people have described. White clothes, a halo, and a pair of wings. But then I saw them attacking another creature. Their eyes are red as hellfire. They are the demons!

A small gate was opened to me. Without wasting time, I entered to meet an angel with big six black wings. He has a powerful aura radiating around him in the shadow of the valley. He doesn’t smile but I could see that he is a wicked angel. He looked at me from top to my sore and said the servant of divine why are you here.

Max and Kendra were quick to defend Alina, always coming to her rescue but I had a feeling she didn't really need it. As the weeks past, I began training myself again My parents helped where they could. For the first time ever I had seen both my parents in angelic form. My mother was beautiful, a yellow glow shining of her wings. They were pure white but shimmered as they caught the rays of the sun. My mother had to wear a dress with a deep back so she could have her wings out. Every female angel had to wear something similar to that to accommodate their wings because they obviously couldn't fly half-naked. Her wings were slightly bigger than her, the ends touching the ground.

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.

She exclaims then chuckles “But I can’t help but notice you are leaving little to the imagination downstairs…better hope your man doesn’t get you hot and bothered in that!” “Yeah, I’ll tuck tomorrow, but today I have been untucked, so I thought that since the public isn’t going to see I wouldn’t worry about it…the question is feathers? Or LED wings?” “Wings!” it’s unanimous…Angel and all the queens love the wings. Angel adds “Mariposa is named for you, so why not be that butterfly your uncle adores?” “Really? You named the club after Nova?” Lolli asks.

I got my angel essence from him. I felt peaceful and calm. This felt right natural. Before I could finish my thought. A scream tore from my throat. My body contorted in pain. I doubled over in the fetal position. The screams ripping through me tore at me, my back was on fire. Something was wrong, very wrong. I looked at Michael. He looked at me, helplessly and confused. He tried to hold me as another scream ripped from my throat. I pushed him away. My body levitating to the sky, a bright white glow surrounded me. When the pain started to subside, the brightness dimmed, I dropped from the sky, I landed on my feet not as gracefully as I’d like. My body felt heavy, my shoulders hurt, but the pa