Novel & Cerita Sword Angel Wings

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

I felt her happiness through our bond, as she kept laughing, telling ‘Grey’ to go faster and higher. The clash of blades snaps me out of my reverie. Angel is facing Delta, with a katana in her right hand and a dagger in her left. Both of her blades are coated with silver, so she keeps them sheathed when she fights so she doesn’t hurt anyone. I was surprised to see her using the katana with only one hand, since it’s a two-handed sword, but she told me that her blades were specifically made for her, so they’re light enough for her to use only one hand.

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit. Just like a witch has a dæmon, an angel has its wings. The wings reflect the soul—small wings meant a damaged one. And Dorin and the High Lord's wings are too small to even allow them to fly. "Aurelia!" I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "High Lord," I mumble, bowing my head ever so slightly. He smirks. "How good of you to finally answer my command." I bite my tongue and offer up a small smile. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask in a painfully polite voice.

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.

The fight felt endless as I let go of my burning bow and unsheathed the sword, my amethyst flames consuming the blade. I had raced out and ended those that were cutting into the dragon as he fought those that Shifted. But their numbers were large and a dragon could only move so quickly in his massive size. He was bleeding deeply on his back after a handful of Shifters managed to get onto him, hanging on after he’d shook off a few others. So I raced up his wing and drew the sword, slicing, cutting and shoving anyone that dared to attack from behind.

Angel says sarcastically before quickening her pace. "Hey! Wait for us, Angel!" Ted shouts as she is already a bit far from us. She ignores Ted and puts on her earphones again, blocking us from her world. She's one annoying and feisty little thing. She opens the door of the gym and walks in. We follow, and I poke Justin.

Nami. The Aurora Sword flared to life at the thought. It grew into a great broadsword that looked big enough to defeat the dragon. Power flowed into me. Great white wings slipped from my shoulders in multifaceted white and rainbow light that sparkles as I beat them. They felt stronger than the pink ones. My entire body felt light yet strong. I pulled at the power in the Aurora Sword. I wanted more protection from it. White armor enveloped me. It was light, thin, but felt impenetrable. The dragon eyed me. It blasted another bout of black fire, but I zipped away from it with my new wings. It swiped at me again. After I dodged, it took to the air chasing after me as I flew high above the castle