Everyone believes in something, Gods, aliens, demons, ghosts... but there are some of us that believes in ANGELS. They think just that the angels just fly, protect you and that's the end of their power, or they are just white-winged, but actually there are three types of angels:white, dark and gray, and their power is beyond what we could have ever thought of. They can control their element, shadow or light, bend it and transform it into weapons, they live and fly in their own parallel dimension, where with their persuasive power they can control you, just if you are not strong enough. The fight between the light and the dark is now balanced just by one first challenge in the starting road of a just born angel, "The challenge of wings", that transforms an ordinary person with the sacred soul within into a gray angel, and from his 16th birthday until the first moon, every good or bad deed he does will change the color of his wings in darker or lighter shades of gray, and in the night with full moon the transformation will be completed.
Kieron is an extraordinary boy, the best friend of everybody and Mr. Handsome, and now that he found out he is an angel, all he needs to do is pass the challenge and resist the fate in the tremendous war between light and shadow. Will he be able to do it?
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► Book One of the Wings Trilogy
This is, by no means, a story for those light of heart. This is also, unfortunately, a true story.
I am a doctor with wings, one who doesn't belong here. I know, stereotypical. But it's true. Still confused? I used to be an angel. I caused the apocalypse of the planet inhabited by the very creatures I was supposed to help. It was the only way to help them, really. But that's a different story for a different day.
Now, the surviving humans have emerged from the rubble, soaking in the damage left over from my destructive actions. What are they supposed to do about that? I have been cast upon earth, given the task of taking care of them and healing them. I suppose I have to clean up after myself. I doubt, however, that I have any chance of returning home to Elvirund. Or, as the humans call it, Heaven.
You see, all of them are wounded.
And the Elders are coming after me.
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Rated Mature for: infrequent/mild cursing, mild graphic content
Beautiful cover thanks to @leaving_forever
Started: Jul 17, 2016
Ended: May 14, 2017