Sword Angel Wings Novels & Stories

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 know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

“Knock yourself out.” I freeze. Breathless. The light catches him from his side, painting golden lines over the muscles of his back. An angel spans from shoulder to shoulder. Not the gentle, glowing kind. This one is fierce with wings shredded at the tips, feathers curling into smoke. One arm grips a sword driven into the earth, the other cradles a bleeding heart. His face is tilted upward, not praying–not begging either. Screaming. Like he’s damned. My lips part in astonishment and my words catch somewhere between my ribs and my throat. For a full minute, I do nothing but gawk at the intricacies of ink beneath ripping muscles.

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.

"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.

They immediately recognized that these two people were the highest-ranking Twelve-winged War Angels under the Red-robed Bishop of the Holy Court. One of them was the Ninth Paladin's older brother. The moment they saw them, everyone was shocked. War Angels were born for battles, and their combat strength was amazing. With the armor on their bodies, their combat strength had increased and their strength was even more terrifying. Once the three of them joined the battle, the situation would be reversed in an instant. Seeing reinforcements coming, Adam immediately laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, a group of running dogs of Yang Xiao will make you die without a burial place today!"

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

He noticed a few scars and wounds on her back and he wanted a closer look at them. He pushed himself from the doorway and walked into the room. "Want some company?" He asked her. "Sure, come in." She replied. He dove into the pool and swam towards her. He stood directly behind her, studying the bullet wound right below her left shoulder, she had a couple more bullet wounds on her back and he noticed a long stab wound. She suddenly turned around and their bodies collided. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.