Angel Wings Back Novels & Stories

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.

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

He pushed open the back door, letting in a slice of cool air before it slammed shut behind him. She didn’t stop the lesson. Just pressed her hand gently to Dollface’s back and said, “Try again. This time with your core engaged.” Outside, Red climbed the metal stairs to the roof. The night wrapped around him like a tight coat. He lit a cigarette with one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket, and stared out at the city, trying to shake off the foul taste of the bouncers’ voices. . . .

Her fluffy tails fluttered in the wind, making her look like an elegant firework shooting through the forest, ready to burst into flames at any moment. Finally, Angela reached the cottage, but she hadn't transformed back just yet. Instead, she took the key gently in her mouth and unlocked the door. Once inside, she kicked the door closed with her hind leg and made her way to her mother's room. She carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down, closing her eyes as she searched with Alinta in their mind.

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Angel wrapped his arms tightly around her, giving her a searing kiss. The sound of their breathing mixed with the soft music as they slowly came into cognisance. Angel felt sated and drained as if he had given her everything in him. He smirked and planted a kiss on the slope of her shoulder. He then straightened his spine, taking her with him.

I go to stand up, only to immediately fall on my ass as my entire center of gravity is thrown off by a heaviness I don't recognize in my back. I reach behind me, trying to find the culprit, and I'm met with…feathers? I look behind me and see, yep, okay, literal enormous ass wings. As black as a raven's but as big as…I don't know what, but they were fucking huge. A cool wind blows, rustling the feathers and sending an intense shiver down my spine. I touch them where I can reach, and I shudder; gods, it tickles like someone running a light touch across the back of my neck. 'Well. That was unexpected.' Tamisra says in my head, and I internally glare at her before I look at Aylin.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.