Angel Wings Down Novels & Stories

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Knowing Theodore won't let me go, I thought of an idea. I took off the sheets from my bed and took out all the other sheets I had in the closet at tied them to each other. Holding up both ends of the 'rope' I had managed to make out of the sheets, I tied one end to the metal bars at the balcony pulling at it to make sure it was sturdy. I dropped the other end to the ground and carefully climbed down but still managed to scrape my knee a couple of times and land on the ground with a huge thud. I held my breath and froze. I hope no one heard it....Wrong!

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

EPISODE 1 THE BEGINNING ANGELICCA SEVERIA I violently pulled the curtains apart, the thick fabric swishing loudly as I forced them open with a single rough motion. Right after that, I slid the glass window open, and the breathtaking view outside immediately revealed itself before me. The cool dawn air rushed inside the room at once, carrying with it the scent of the early morning and the stillness of the world beyond my walls. I fixed my attention on the scenery outside, my gaze steady and distant while my eyelids rested half-lowered. My face remained completely expressionless. I simply stood there in silence, staring blankly at the sky as it slowly began to brighten with the arrival of dawn

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

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.

I flung open the door, wailing, and threw myself into the arms of the visitor, my tears staining their shirt. But something felt wrong. Since when did Rachel develop such muscular and strong arms? Blinking through my tears, I looked up with a pitiful expression, only to see Jared standing there. I stumbled backward, whether from drunkenness or dizziness, I wasn't sure. In a swift motion, Jared caught me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me into a comforting embrace as he gently patted my back. Regaining my senses, I pushed him away forcefully. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

Max and Kendra were quick to defend Alina, always coming to her rescue but I had a feeling she didn't really need it. As the weeks past, I began training myself again My parents helped where they could. For the first time ever I had seen both my parents in angelic form. My mother was beautiful, a yellow glow shining of her wings. They were pure white but shimmered as they caught the rays of the sun. My mother had to wear a dress with a deep back so she could have her wings out. Every female angel had to wear something similar to that to accommodate their wings because they obviously couldn't fly half-naked. Her wings were slightly bigger than her, the ends touching the ground.