Wounded Angel Painting Novels & Stories

Tears filled her eyes, and she asked in a shaky voice, "You did this?" To this, Aiden nodded. The painting depicted a scene of a baby in a cradle, surrounded by endless clouds and flowers. It was a beautiful, almost heaven-like place. Hovering protectively over the baby was an angel with large, feathered wings outstretched, as if the angel is using them to shield and watch over the infant. The angel's facial expression was serene and benevolent, with a gentle smile on its face as it gazes down at the sleeping baby. The angel's body was shrouded in flowing, ethereal robes, depicted in shades of white and traces of gold.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

The grand reopening of the Angela Gonzalez Foundation was no longer about charity; it was a declaration of war, meticulously staged. The scent of fresh paint and new wood deliberately overpowered the last, stubborn ghosts of smoke. The walls, once stained, were now a brilliant, defiant white. Where fire had charred the main hall, a stunning, sprawling mosaic now climbed the wall—a phoenix crafted from thousands of shards of donated sea glass and broken pottery, its wings outstretched in triumphant flight. The children had made it. It was our banner.

The cheers of the crowd ushered the angels into the tournament. They had five tasks to complete and none of the angels knew what the tasks will be as they changed every year thanks to Lucifer. The first task was to forge a weapon from blue flames, the weapons had to be good and sharp. It would have been easy except that blue flames were harmful to angels so they had to endure pain to get through the task. Balls of fire appeared before each of them, and some immediately placed their hands into it. Adriel first put in her finger, the sting made her yelp in pain and she removed it quickly. Her eyes darted to Gadreel who was staring at Michael. The angel in question had already started to form h

“ You keep asking me the ,meaning behind the tattoo of Angel wings on my chest . Let me tell you then , the real reason behind this tattoos . “ said Antonio unbuttoning his shirt to the end and showing Damian a clear look of his two wings on the chest . “ These………are tattoos used to cover my wounds . “ said Antonio . “ Wounds ? “ asked Damian confused . “ Yeah ! Wounds………What kind of wounds do you think they are ? “ said Antonio with half a smile . Damian looked at the tattoos again with a shocked expression as they covered the wounds so perfectly to the point that it was impossible to tell whether they were truly wounds or not . “ Who dared to do those wounds to you ? Tell me ! I will kill

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

He sent some message to someone and by the time they finished eating a lady walked in "O my God!" she exclaimed raising her hand to her chest upon seeing Olivia "What happened?" she asked looking at Ethan clued to her spot still with her hands on her chest like she was about to get a heart attack. "Nothing, what can you do for her?" he asked moving towards the sofa with Olivia standing not sure what to do. "I have worked with plain canvases before but this canvas needs lots of cleaning. I must say, she is a gem though," she said looking at Olivia who was wondering what they were talking about.

a deep growled escaped from Angel’s lips before he jumped off from one tree to another. Anger was fueling the darkness swirling around his entire body, and he was falling into his worse state. He quickly dashed to where the kids were. As soon as he made it there, he did not like what his eyes were witnessing. A few of their men were down and badly wounded but still fighting as they protected the kids and women in the area. It was a battle between rogues. Angel scanned around and saw the pleading parents not to hurt them while the kids' cried in fright which haunts him the most. Their broken voices ring through his ear, making his chest burst into a flame of rage.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.