Angel Wings Back Novels & Stories

Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

"I just need some motivation." He was still teasing me even at that critical moment. "You're unbelievable." "Stay in the cottage. Do not come out. There's a protective shield that will prevent Liam or any other angel from entering." He turned to walk away but I held him down. "What will you do?" I asked like I didn't know the answer to that question. Eliot smirked. "I'll finish him." And with that, Elliot grew beautiful black wings. His wings were like that of a Pegasus, black, silky and shiny. They were enormous and powerful enough to make an elephant fly.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

After a few seconds, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out now. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." ... ...

He smiled triumphantly. "Great. Thanks for doing this. Have a fun night." "I will," he said, already focusing of the music. I turned, facing the front door, and saw Gabe standing near the entrance. The angelic man took my breath away. Definitely movie star material. But it wasn't his beyond gorgeous looks or the way his blue jeans hung low on his hips. It wasn't even the way his white shirt clung to his, torso showing off all of his muscles. It was the giant white wings on his back. They were fully extended, showing off like a peacock hoping to attract his mate.

I pushed him away. "If you are truly an angel, you should be aware," I snorted at him and moved by him, but he seized my wrist and I veered abruptly. "What the heck are you looking for?" I yanked my hand from his hold and pointed at his face. "Listen, Ralph or whatever your name is, I don't know what your game is, but whatever it is, get the fuck out of my house before I kick you out!" I exclaimed, and immediately in front of my eyes, the gigantic wings on his back folded and dematerialized, giving me a sick sensation in my stomach. I think I was going to be sick if I kept seeing that!

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

Infact, the whole place was full of life and of hope and of love. She noticed at the back of the man was a pair of wings, it wasn't feathery, it was made with golden flame and it flapped gracefully behind his back. "Come" the man said in his angelic voice, "follow me". The man turned around, in front of her was his wings, bright and terrifyingly beautiful. There was a sudden urge in her hands to touch it, to see if it's real. She wondered if it's hot to touch but she shoved away the thought.

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.