Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

A smile I couldn't resist. I sighed softly as I turned over. I turned my head to the side and let her pull my T-shirt off completely. She climbed back on my body, sitting just below my ass. I felt her fingers trace the two angel wings across my back. They were filled in black and had been done sharply. "They are beautiful," she breathed out softly. Her touch was slow and I really loved the feeling. "What does this say?" she asked as she ran her fingers across my lower back. The words there were written in Latin, and they were just under the wings.

“It usually appears when I’m angry or afraid. And sometimes when I’m hurt but there’s something else I want to tell you. Can we go to a secret place in the woods without prying eyes?” My brows creased as I looked at her but I didn’t ask why. I drove us home and then we went into the woods behind the backyard. She began to remove her shirt and I raised an eyebrow but then she surprised me when large godly-golden wings sprung out from her back and she shot up into the sky, wrapping her flaming wings around herself and spinning several times in the air before spreading them wide and descending slowly to the ground, looking like a greek goddess. Her eyes were that striking golden yellow as they

She thought it silly, but she lifted her head to look around and, of course, saw no one. As she rested her head on her arms again, someone rested theirs on her shoulder. A tender gesture meant to give encouragement. She peered up to find a smiling angel dressed in a golden suit of armor sitting beside her. The angel was no bigger than she, its wings spanning wider than its height. She reached out to touch this angel, and her hand passed right through its body. She knew then she was looking at the Ancient Warrior itself.

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

Gasps erupted around the road. “What—” “No way—” My breath came in ragged bursts as I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Wings. Massive wings arched behind me, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. But they weren’t the shimmering white tones of angels. They were black. Not just dark. Black as midnight. I heard someone choke behind me. “That’s not possible,” one of the mages whispered. “She’s not—” “Those aren’t angel wings.”

He walked towards the news vendor's shop, and his eyes widened at his confirmation. It was an image of him in his flying form, taken from the back. From the image, one could see the back of a man with huge wings, carrying a lady whose face could not be seen, but her legs, part of the dress and her hands were visible. The person blurred out the background so it's not easy to tell where the image was taken and the caption was, 'Do we have an angel walking the earth?'

But why now? "Oh, Ambrose! It feels so good," she moaned. She leaned down and claimed my mouth again. My cock ached and throbbed inside her. I was close and I could tell so was she. "Come for me," I growled and gripped her butt so I could thrust into her harder. She arched her back and screamed, her eyes rolled at the back of her head and her body shuddered violently as she climaxed. She screamed again, but it was a different kind of scream this time. I stared at her in amazement as two delicate wings sprouted out of her back. They were clear with silvery-gold patterns, gently fluttering up and down in the cool breeze.

After a few moments, 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. 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." I answered Nay Aurelia with a smile, but I felt like my body was going limp.