Angel Wings And Devil Wings Novels & Stories

The nurse smiled and pointed to the waiting area. I just smiled and walked towards the row, I was about to sit at the end when I looked up at Videlle who was smiling and shaking her head. I stood up properly and grinned at him. "Hey, Devi. I thought I had chatted it on Tinder," He suddenly said and was overwhelmed with his senses "You're stressing me out, Devi," "Wow, I don't seem stressed either, right?" I sarcastically asked "Besides, is it really tinder?" I asked again. I handed him the paper bag, his brows frowned at it and his gaze went to me.

The female devil herself asserting her power and taking the reigns. I knew I showed no emotion, keeping my face blank as I stared at her but deep down my mind was reeling and my stomach was churning. On her back, a pair of beautiful crimson wings sat. Unfurled, they were huge, almost as big as mine. I had never heard of an angel who managed to get their wings back after they were chopped off, but then again, I didn't know they still chopped of wings until I met Alina. Again, it only proved that there was so much I didn't know about my kind.

“An evolutionary saint huh…” Angels were divided into four groups based on their powers, two-winged angels were the newborn angels, four-winged angels were grown angels, and five-winged angels were the unique ones. They were angels who had gained ‘enlightenment’, were stronger than normal angels but weaker than saints, and due to this were called ‘evolutionary saints’. Finally, were the six-winged angels who were called ‘saints’. They were the most powerful of all.

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first, I thought I imagined things. I was flying over the city, and on one of the rooftops stood none other than my best mate Samael. He was a bit younger looking and completely irreverent of my power. He flipped me off and told me, sod off.” Zoe covers her mouth with a giggle and shakes her head bemused. “What?” She asks, her mood lighter. I nod my head and roll my eyes. “The little bugger was all attitude. I knew he wasn’t Samael, but the resemblance was uncanny. He had to at least be a relation of Samael’s’. His wings gave his heritage away. You see, angels have feathered wings just like the ones you see in human paintings. Demons have wings like

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between his A gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearn Roman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, to see the brightness of desire there, but also the lingering shadows of earlier. “And you're my own personal devil,” I said softly, my words falling lik

the devil whispered. Just one finger. Then two. Then three. Angel was panting, writhing, trying to hold on to his sanity like it was a receipt in the wind. Every nerve in his body screamed in confusion—and somewhere deeper, a quiet ache stirred. This bastard didn't even exchange names with him! It felt so… wrong. Obscene. Something he’ll burn in hell for. But beneath it all, something coiled. Something shameful. Something hot. He moaned. Loudly.