Name With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

They wore the golden feathers on their wings to scare enemies and earn respect from their allies," she explains, her eyes glittering. "Now there was one angel, her name was Rowan Kaltain, that had entirely gilded wings. She was the only one to ever achieve such a feat, undefeated in battle and general of the angels' entire militant force. She was respected by every single one of her troops and feared by her enemies. Just the way she took her place in battle, at the front of the line, proudly displaying her golden wings, was enough to take your breath away," she murmurs. She glances up at me and blushes profusely. "Sorry, I was rambling again."

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

"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.

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.

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

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I questioned. Cecilia calmly took a seat on the edge of my bed. "So you've seen it. Yes, the lord once had a lover. Correct, her name was Charlotte. She was the most beautiful angel." "She was an angel?" I asked. "Yes she was," Cecilia nodded, "an angel with no wings. They say God gave her a gift and became known as an angel. She was the only person without wings that was allowed to be close to God and his angels."

, the Elderly lady gave her a sweet smile that caused her skin to scrunch. "Ammo! Why do you call me Angel?", the little girl asked. "Because you are an Angel. My Angel! Your mother's Angel", the Elderly lady said. "But Angel has white wings and a white gown", the Little girl spoke as she was curious to know about the Angel. "You also have wings but it's not visible for us to see", Elderly Lady who was the little girl's Ammo replied to her. "Huh? Ammo your words confused me because my name is AASHMAAN", the Little girl replied to her maternal grandmother.

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

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”