White Angels Have No Wings Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

The blue haired female just laughed as my mate tried and tried to attack but never getting within a meter of the demon. Lizzy’s father shouts ‘Enough!’ and at this Lizzy freezes and turns to her father, with a fire in her eyes. Her anger was almost suffocating, her black and golden wings erupting from her back as she faced her father. The giant man looks at her as if she is a joke but my Angel hasn’t come to play, and her anger is affecting everyone in the room including us.

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.

I questioned. Cecilia calmly took a seat on the edge of my bed. "So you've seen it. Yes, the lord once had a lover. Correct, her name was Charlotte. She was the most beautiful angel." "She was an angel?" I asked. "Yes she was," Cecilia nodded, "an angel with no wings. They say God gave her a gift and became known as an angel. She was the only person without wings that was allowed to be close to God and his angels."

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.

“I need you to understand why I have chosen you for this great change… and why you need to give yourself a chance to be with him.” The next moment she pulled her hand back, almost as if she were pulling a rope, and a bright amethyst light burst out of me. It arched over my head and morphed in the air, landing gracefully a few feet away in the shape of a large wolf. Its body was consumed in flames the same shade of violet as my own fire, its eyes the deepest purple-blue I had ever seen. The wolf was much taller than me and longer as it shook out its head and body, stretching as if I had been sitting in place for a very long time.

Enjoying it again I got distracted. But, this is not her eye's fault. The shadows came again before hers from the window. It was far away, now, that distance is getting closer. One, two, three, four, there were even about a hundred shadows that began to take shape. They were all pure white-winged creatures. "Th-that's right, A-Angel?" Said her, barely able to come out of the lips. A winged creature appeared in her eyes. But why? What’s wrong?

What was I without Ida by my side? “I’m nothing without you,” I whispered as my tears fell on Ida’s cheek. Ida’s skin glowed at the contact of my tear, and she lifted in the air. A bright light came through the clouds and illuminated her. “What the….” Hundreds of white figures appeared from the heavens. They had wings, just like Ida's, and were slowly coming down to meet her. When they were about ten feet from the earth, they stopped. Were those Faiths? One of them moved forward and opened his arms.

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.