Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

If one looked closely, one could see tears falling on the cold blade, washing the blood off it. Behind him stood an angel... no. It was a fairy. She had dark skin but silver hair and eyes that looked down on the man with a loving gaze that looked pained for the man. Her arms were around his shoulders, hugging him tight as if telling him that she would always be there for him, no matter what. Behind her, majestic glassy wings spread open like a shield that protected the man in her arms from all the chaos that was behind them, from all the fire, blood, and death.

When she finally stands straight, she was startled by the thump behind her. “You have a nice and smelly way of survival instinct.” Amilia heard a familiar voice. “You!” Amilia abruptly turns and sees the angel she saw on the hospital rooftop once. He was standing before her. Amilia now had the chance to study the angel. He was just like how she saw him last time. He was holding his sword, which had some black smoke coming out of it. His wings were folded behind his back but it was still huge that it overlaps his frame. He was smirking and he look at her with amusement. Then Amilia remembers her situation.

Adrian was breathing heavily. His chest rose with each heavy breath he took, his enormous wings behind him swaying softly. I stared at him with wide eyes. I've never seen anything like it. The wings tore through his shirt, so he was standing in front of us with his chest bare, his muscles on show.

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding. I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside. Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in. But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

I was taking all the lead now. I pulled back breathlessly, as his lips chased mine. "Take off your shirt," my voice sounded firm and dominant, and it took him a second before he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. He tosses it aside, and I slowly run my hands over his chest, tracing the muscles of his pecs, causing his ragged breath to escape as my hands move up to his neck, and I place a passionate kiss on his lips. "Take your wings out," I hissed, and he smirked against my cheek. My gaze was never away from him when a dark shadow appeared from behind his back. His black wings stretched and fluttered to the sides, and I felt my heart rumble at the sight of them.

“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.

Gabbe stopped pacing and tossed her wing to point at the two angels sitting next to each other across the fire from Roland. Arrianes slender iridescent wings were still for once, rising high above her shoulder blades. Their shimmer looked almost phosphorescent in the colorless night, but everything else about Arriane, from her short black bob to her pale, drawn lips, looked harrowingly somber and sedate.

Angel spread her robe on the grassy patch and guided her to it. Nadia lowered to her knees, going on all fours. Angel paused for breath, admiring her beautiful naked body on total display for him. He knelt behind her and folded his body snugly against her back. Nadia moaned at the warm feel of his skin against hers. Neither of them minded the cold.

"I am deeply and truly sorry, angel. Please find it in your heart to forgive me." His fingers lightly slid up her arm to the tiny sleeve of her nightwear and he slowly pulled the sleeve off her shoulder, replacing his fingers with his lips and she almost hissed in pleasure. "Greg..." She tried to speak but it only came out as a weak whisper. "Greg I..." She stiffened and felt him freeze behind her as they were interrupted by Cameron's loud wail.