Supernatural Angels Wings Novels & Stories

Elijah was listing off as he read. "I misspoke. I meant teach you about their weaknesses. I'm sure you've already read about them, but what matters is knowing how to combat them, if possible." Lucifer paused while Elijah closed the guide. "Any magic that materializes something uses more mana if the user is constantly summoning and "returning" the created thing. I didn't think I would have to teach you how to deal with an angel's wings so soon..." Lucifer sighed and then created his wings. "My kind can feel our wings. They feel pain, same as any other body part, so if you ever want to ground an angel you aim for these. It's the same idea as aiming for the horse instead of the rider."

"No dear. Your body has sent you here so you can change without you being in pain. Maybe I should explain it to you. You are not a mere human my child you are an angel. Basically, you are my child. I send you to earth to make things better for the supernatural world. You already started your mission. You brought the werewolves and the rouges together." "Back up a bit. You are my mother? How my parents are on earth as humans." "Your human parent almost lost their baby so I send down your soul. I really didn't think they will treat you that way and I am sorry for that." "No, you have it wrong. I am a human. I am no angel. If I were an angel where are my wings and halo?" "Dear I made it so you

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

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"

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

powerful motion moves that left him enthralled. Angel swore the ground shook. The act was an astounding statement that paused every single action, somewhat letting them all know the kind of shit they were in. Angel wanted to howl in triumph. And when Xavier straightened his spine and stood tall in his white fur glory, Angel felt his eyes smart with tears. He could not be more proud. But then Angel noticed it wasn’t only Freki that was now lying on the floor motionless, eight of the Weres Antonio Rufus brought were also unconscious now except for Bethany and Blaze.

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 should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

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