Wings Glory Novels & Stories

The feathers of his wings were so white they burned into her eyes. “Yes, they are glorious.” He followed her gaze out along the expanse of his wings. “I thought they were worth holding on to even after… Well, you know the story.” Lucifer stared at his wings for so long that Gabriel wondered if he had forgotten he and Aurora were even there. “It's amazing,” he said eventually. “That you have the audacity to try and fight us. What is it you hoped to achieve here? You didn't really think you could kill me?”

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

Inside the boundary formation. One of the 24 pairs of wings in the tactical deployment shook violently as if it could not hold on any longer. The next moment, its golden light suddenly became brighter, and it was even brighter than the other 47 golden petal-like wings. When the golden light reached its peak, the violent shaking directly shook the wing out of the tactical deployment. A gap appeared in the tactical deployment of 24 pairs of wings. As this wing broke away from the tactical deployment, it suddenly dimmed.

I moved my right hand to her waist then slid my arm around her waist and held her tight. I deepened the kiss and thought loudly to her, "hold me tighter." Her arms wrapped around my neck tighter. Letting me know she heard me. I smiled knowing she can finally hear me. I focused on my light as my tongue moved with hers and I felt it... My wings. I pushed them back and felt them materialize. I push them outward feeling my wings spread and open up. It felt so good to spread my wings. They're white, they slightly glow and they're soft.

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

I waited twenty minutes before I tossed my three duffel bags out the window and climbed out the window after them. When I dropped down to the ground, my bags were gone. Shit. Did Pa come back and I didn’t realize it? In the twilight sky, I glanced around quickly, hearing giggling coming from the bushes that separate our yard from Shelbie’s, to find her hiding in the bushes with my bags at her feet. “Come on Mar, get a move on it before you get caught,” she whispered urgently. I ran over to her grabbing two of my duffels as she grabbed the third one.

“Aren’t they beautiful.” “They are.” He nodded. “You’re mesmerizing.” I wish I understood more about what you are. What we are, I suppose. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “What?” He looked up. “You suddenly looked morose.” “Much on my mind.” She caught his cheeks. “Well cleanse your mind! And watch this!” She released him and did a slow stroke with her wings which lifted her feet off the ground. A couple more made her rise slowly. Graceful. She was smiling down at him. Tucking the wings made her slowly turn in the spears of light sneaking through the dark leaves. Another sideways swing of them made her turn faster until she was fully around.

My voice echoed through the air, making me look exactly like the last boss of a game, except there’s no dramatic music rolling in the background. “May you live a prosperous life.” Meaning, may you live well. My wings expanded on my will. Without bothering to even read the flying manual (Which, I don’t think I have one) I leaped off the ground and start gliding mid air, disappearing from her and the villager’s sight.

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.

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”