Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.

Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

came the voice of the man who was behind Angela earlier. He had gotten close and was now standing behind Angela while Angela was in the grip of the smallish man. Angela briefly looked at the man behind her and he was huge, also having tattoos all over his body. He wore a top hugging his huge chest and exposing his huge biceps. He smiled displaying his yellow teeth with a gold tooth in the middle.

Alpha males. They remained there for several moments, both listening, though Angel found it exceedingly hard as she felt him standing right behind her, just inches away from touching her. She was cast in his shadow, only able to scent his musky and masculine odor. All she could hear was his heart beating as he growled out a warning to whomever might be in the trees watching them. When, finally, he began to ease off a little, he suggested, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

I pushed him away. "If you are truly an angel, you should be aware," I snorted at him and moved by him, but he seized my wrist and I veered abruptly. "What the heck are you looking for?" I yanked my hand from his hold and pointed at his face. "Listen, Ralph or whatever your name is, I don't know what your game is, but whatever it is, get the fuck out of my house before I kick you out!" I exclaimed, and immediately in front of my eyes, the gigantic wings on his back folded and dematerialized, giving me a sick sensation in my stomach. I think I was going to be sick if I kept seeing that!

I exclaimed, twirling around so I could get a three hundred sixty degree view. I wasn’t exaggerating even a bit. This place truly was magnificent. It almost looked like a huge mountain from outside if you failed to notice the angels sitting atop the high-rise. They were like sentinels in the dark with their wings spread out to its full width, shoulders hunched, and body bent forward in preparation for flight. Their faces weren’t prominent in the dim moonlight, but the statues looked so perfect. I would have thought they were real if Erick hadn’t told me otherwise.

It’s something about the way he’s looking at me that makes me think he’s not in control of himself. As if waking from a dream, Azazel blinks and shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. He gasps and releases my arms but doesn’t get off of me or hide what he is. “Zoe?” He mutters in question. I nod my head inhaling deeply. “Yes, it’s me, Azazel. Please, you’re freaking me out.” I say, lowering my arm to rest them over my chest protectively. My eyes hone in on his wings when they flutter softly behind his back. They are even more incredible up close. They’re long and leathery like the wings of a bat. The urge to touch them and find out what they feel like is irresistible.

The wings were of golden color. After this moment everything back to normal. As soon as demon saw my wings they shouted "Hurry yup everyone. Let's get out of here. We must tell queen" What do they need to tell the queen? Why are my wings in golden color? I noticed the face of all other angels. They were thrilled and cheerful to see my golden wings. Why everyone is looking at me in so much surprise and amusement. All these thoughts crossed my mind. Suddenly I felt dizzy and I blacked out.

Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab. “Woops! You sure are aggressive, woman!” Angelo twirled, finding the balance between his body and his wings as he made sure to fold his wings. The short curls that riddled his head swayed midair, covering his line of vision for a split second. Oops! I miss – or not. The reflection that Angelo glimpsed on the swamp’s murky waters was the image of Maleficent’s glowering emerald orbs – as if she won. On cue, the left wing which he forgot that existed struck his right shoulder from behind, earning Maleficent a grunt from Angelo.