White Angels Have No Wings Novels & Stories

she added. As far as I knew, Marchans were humans but special ones. They did not have magical powers just like fairies and witches but they did have a pair of wings just like what the angels had. They were large, white and stunningly beautiful. They could hide their wings from our naked eyes and a single feather from it was believed to heal all kinds of illness. That was the reason why they were hiding from the people. The people abused their kindness that made many of the Marchans lost their wings and died. Their wings were connected with their lives and that was when they went vanishing.

the Alpha asked. “Hm… I do not know.” “See, I am not an angel. I do not have wings.” “It must be fun to have wings, isn’t it? like the birds who can just freely venture the sky and watch the beauty of the world below them. Would you not like that?” I remarked and thought of what could be the birds sees when they are in the air, gliding their wings, and feeling the breeze and freedom they have. “Why would one wants to see the beauty of the world when the one in front of them was more priceless and astounding?”

How can I look at that angelic face and not imagine our unborn babies She gives me much more than dreams. She makes them come alive without even trying. She just needs to see me for who I am and also learn to accept and love me like she should. No man will love and appreciate her like I would. She just needed to see it. She just have to see it. I was pulled out from my thought by her raised voice. She seem pissed! "And why not?" I can only imagine both her hands resting against her waist at this point. "Well_because he has that look in his eyes whenever he smiles at you and trust me, I feel like strangling him each time he flashes it at you like a lunatic"

The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well. “Damien!” Kora brought my attention to her, “It’s almost time!” She shouted. “Almost time for what?” I hollered back, the wind picking up some more. “I need you to take Abby’s hands for a moment while I clear this part of the Garden of the souls, I can’t do it if I’m connected to her,” she explained and I didn’t question further, I took a hold of Abby’s

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

She watched them fly and interact, their presence filling the surroundings with a sense of serenity and unity. "They are the originals and I'm one of them," Khione explained, her hand gesturing towards a massive white tree that stood tall and majestic in the distance. Around the tree, several angels with white hair rested and conversed. Their white hair seemed to be a distinctive feature of these ancestral beings, and they emanated a sense of ancient wisdom and power. Kaerlia marveled at the sight, realizing that she was in the presence of celestial beings in this remarkable and peaceful plane. The pain and turmoil of her previous experiences felt distant as she absorbed the beauty and tranq

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

“What nonsense are you sprouting Bryan?! I will not ask you to do such for me. Last time we met, I saw the twelve symbol sign on her shoulders, do you remember? I am starting to suspect something. ” “Go on. I am listening ” He became more serious and dropped the teasing session. “I think the reason why I am calm near her is because she is one of them. The White Angels!” Bryan bursted into laughter instantly at his seemingly ridiculous confession, hit himself and rolled his eyes in disbelief. The White Angels they were talking about had not been in existence since the eleventh century, and that was really a long time ago. Simone confirmed that they were dead! It can't be true that one survive

The twins were both teary-eyed while staring at their mother’s statue. “Should we go to the Central Kingdom now?” Yzzabelle asked her twin brother with excitement. “Yes. I can’t wait to see the great sextuplets that also look like our mother.” “Me too!” “Are you ready?” Ezzekiel asked and Yzzabelle nodded. They both spread their golden wings wide open and flew upward. When they spread their wings right at the entrance of the church, the priest saw them and gasped in awe. It was a rare sight to see golden wings. “Are they holy angels?” the priest mumbled to himself while looking up and his gaze followed the retreating figure of the angels.