Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

Anna was crying suddenly and she felt someone's presence behind her so she snapped her head to look and a scream left from her mouth instantly. "Aaaahhh!!!" Four and five demons with wings were standing behind her with their dangerous faces. And they were approaching her.

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.

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

His fingertips brushed on her skin Before she knew it, he ripped her dress apart from behind, exposing her back fully “What…” a low gasp escaped her parted lips, afraid of what he was going to do. With vivid eyes, Angel scanned her back, apart from the flower tattoo on her back, he spotted a small cut. She must have hurt herself. Who was she, that she could even block the fire from the wolf beast… Angel found himself leaning down on Elina's back. Fear washed over her when she felt a pair of cold lips connect with back. Sending a warm sensation down her spine, his hot breath triggered something inner.

"Why do you always just come in like that?" Erick chuckled amusedly as he walked closer. "Why are you trying to cover your body when I have felt every part of it?" "Come out," Angel turned her back to the man, "I have to change clothes." "You threw me out in my own room, hm?" Erick instead pressed his body against Angel's body, hugging the girl from behind. "Erick... I have to get ready," Angel whined, a warm shiver spreading through his body again, especially now that Erick was staring at him intensely from behind the large glass in front of them.

“This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?” “Yes, a pair of Angel wings, in memory of my dad.” That is such a wonderful sentiment and exactly what I have come to expect from her in the short time I have known her. I smile and she returns it with one of her own. “May I see?” “Uhm, sure.” She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away.

I wasn't even aware of the last angel who came up from behind me and took me away, grabbing me in his strong arms and flapped his wing and we were up in the air in a fraction of a second. Not good...definitely not good.

"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.

The angel looked at Suit and unfurled wing about the same size as her from behind her. She lifter her head proudly, puffing out her chest in the process. “I told you. Today, nothing will save you from me.” She walked confidently towards Suit and raised her large sword with both hands without difficulty. With a hard swing, she struck horizontally with all her might aiming to decapitate Suit in one quick swing.

For a moment, we were standing very close in the cool night air, the car door open between us and the world. I didn’t move away. I looked up at him, and his gaze was locked on my face, intense and searching. Then Angel groaned softly from the backseat, a reminder of our fragile reality. The spell broke. Anthony’s hand dropped, and I took a small step back. He turned and opened the rear door, bending to carefully gather Angel into his arms. She was limp, her head lolling against his shoulder.