Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

The mask kept me safe, kept my father’s spies guessing. Then the air shifted, like a storm cloud rolling over the sun. A hush fell over the arena, the music stuttering to a stop, as a new carriage appeared at the gates—black as midnight, its sides carved with wings that glowed with an eerie, silver light. The crowd parted, their whispers dying, and my stomach twisted, the orb pulsing hot against my chest. The Angel King stepped out, his silver hair catching the lantern light like a halo, his white robes flowing like liquid starlight. His wings, massive and shimmering, were folded tight against his back, but they seemed to hum with a power that made the air crackle. Nobody had expected him. N

It came from deep within. Kael took a step back, his gaze never leaving her. The air around him began to thrum gently, growing denser, and then suddenly, without a sound, something shifted on his back. With a cracking noise, the demon's wings slowly emerged from his body. Rea's breath caught in her throat.

Olivia said breaking the long silence. Ethan just nodded and took a step back freeing her from the hug. He covered his face with his hand so Olivia could not see his eyes as he moved towards her living room. Olivia's gaze was glued to Ethan's back as he walked away in the direction of her living room. Olivia turned her focus to the front door and closed it after Ethan's back was no longer in view. After closing the front door, she went into the kitchen and made two cups of tea which she took into the living room. Ethan was sitting with his back facing the entrance to the living room. Olivia stared at his back standing at the entrance to the living room for a while before entering.

Luis' POV After spending the night on the chair, chained, I was woken up by a splash of water hitting my face. I coughed and growled, and blinked to fix my vision. Once I was relaxed again, I saw Ace standing like a pole in front of me. “Did you bother taking a look to your left?” He asked me. I frowned and tilted my head to my left. “Ah!” I gasped for breath after seeing Angel. She was back to life, but she looked weak.

I closed my eyes in anticipation of being carried away in the dark current, but suddenly a splash sounded in my ears and warm arms cradled me. I opened my eyes to see Lou ‘s face, a tiny bit of worry on it. That didn’t shock me as much as the big beautiful black wings beating at the air behind him. Even with the little bit of moon shine and light coming from the house, I could see silvery yellow reflect off of the deep black. He lifted us up and back to the solid ground overlooking the river. I hurried to get down and stop touching him. His body called to mine whenever our flesh touched.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

Was I sober enough for a kiss– Something spread out suddenly, the sound of heavy gush of wind startled me but the sight right before my eyes was breathtaking. “Your wings,” I whispered barely above a whisper as I stared at the large wings sprouting from his back, spreading out and blocking the light. It casted a dim light around us, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. “W-Wow!” I breathed. “You're an angel.” “... Of lust,” he shrugged. “These are the wings of Lust. It's more or less my identity. A big part of it.”

I wonder what I'm going to see this time. “Wow,” I gasped as I instantly snatched the phone from his hand. I sat back in my seat to examine the picture more closely. On the screen, I could see myself, but my eyes were now pure and brilliant white. The usual white swirling circles that I'd got used to seeing when I felt like this, were now gone. I looked closer at the picture, and I could see the beautiful wings that had just embraced me. They were poking out above my shoulders and they came all the way down my back, the ends of them hanging off of the couch. They were bright white but slightly opaque in look, like frosted glass. They looked like they were made entirely of light. Damien sat d

I just need to figure out how to get these damn chains off my wrists. As I lay here thinking of how to remove my restraints, a second door, that I had not seen before opened with a gust of wind. A man at least seven feet tall, with a thin build, but he is by no means weak, and eyes as black as a starless night sky walked into the room. His skin is pale as death. Black wings protrude from his back forming a ghastly and angelic silhouette. The ends. of his wings form a dripping appearance of what looks like ink coming from the ends. The ink-looking substance turns into a vapor or mist before touching the ground.

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.