White Angels Have No Wings Novels & Stories

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"

A voice demanded Angy hesitantly opened her eyes only for her for her jaw to basically drop open, not believing what she was seeing Before her wasn't the priest who she had been speaking with earlier, instead a lean figure wrapped in white shirt and pants with long white hair pulled in a bun, his face was flawless and skin that appeared so white he almost looked like a statue made out of porcelain, what seemed more unrealistic was the tuff of white feathers that made up two pairs of large wings in the purest of white she had ever seen. They dragged on the floor just behind him He..he was beautiful. Too beautiful. Eerily beautiful

I couldn’t stand I fell on the ground and I was completely off. I dreamed and I was on a different planet and a host of beings had surrounded me. Most of them were angels and archangels. Some of the Angels have about 6 wings, some of the angels have four big wings and some have two wings. Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand.

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

I looked at him confused. "It means we've sealed our bond." He chuckled, pulling me to lay my head against his chest, "Though, I am curious why mine is white. I would have assumed blue since all Water Fae have some shade of blue in their wings." My body tensed as his words brought forth the memory of my Father's words earlier in the night. My wings were a pale white, there was no blue. Mikah's had been the same. We had never questioned why they were different from the rest of our clan. No one had ever made it seem abnormal.

“Don’t you think that if I was supernatural, I would know? I mean… I don’t have wings or glowing eyes. Anyway, my mom says that my dad was a one-night stand met at a nightclub near her university.” If I was paying attention, I would have noticed Mathias’s head snap in my direction. I would have noticed his eyes appraise my appearance. “Then how do you explain your rapid healing, luv?” Azazel asks. “You fell down the bloody stairs and were stabbed in the stomach, yet you have no wounds. No human would have survived those kinds of injuries. Also, only pure angels are born with wings. It’s rare for Nephilim to be born with wings. It’s also rare for female angels to even exist.”

Maybe they were the souls that died a hundred years ago because I didn’t bring them to the place where they were supposed to be. “Did you know someone who has a white smoke?” I asked her and it took her seconds before she answered and then she shook her head. “I don’t know an angel who has a white smoke… I don’t have complete information about the angels who join the rebellion. Since they fell on earth they get exiled and we are not allowed to communicate with them” She answered and looked at me “Why?” She asked but I didn’t answer because I think it is too early for her to know.

These were now scaffoldings and Heaven was rebuilding itself, and it showed. White stone contained veins of gold, but not for adornment, for strengthening. Bridges spanned towers which had been separate before, symbols as well as structures. Angels did not float through the air with ceremony, their wings folded, their faces intent. There were no trumpets sounds. No voice called out his name. The first to notice him stopped in his tracks. The second bowed, but it was too fast, too deeply.

The most rare was called the arch angels. They had beautiful white wings that could fly to the heavens if they chose to. Their skin glowed like the sun and their eyes were white. Everything about them was pure and beautiful. The hell angels find and eliminate these shifters. Only our king, Chase stands with those wings now and after two hundred years they have been considered an extinct race.