Angel Wings From Behind Novels & Stories

Angel stood up from her seat and went among the dancing people. Angel removed her navel so that his long and beautiful hair fell down. Angel also removed her cloak and opened the two buttons of her vest as if she were being washed. Angel raised both of her arms above her head and waved her hands. Twisting and turning while grinding down like a madman stroking his hair, Angel noticed that the people dancing had moved aside to give him a wide space. Angel suddenly felt something on his waist, and when he turned his gaze to it, he immediately noticed a hand wrapped around it.

Demark and Smithson both shift, and I am about to when I feel hands under my arms lifting me in the air. It's the Angel, he lifts me up and I shudder as I feel dizzy. "Do not panic, I will leave you here in the trees and help with the animals." He says to me as he takes me close to the strongest branches of a tree. I hold on to them tightly and turn to look at him. His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly.

Her hands open enough for me to breathe, but I'm too weak to move away from her palm. "Alyssa?" Azrael walks over with his wings folding behind his back. The angel slowly falls to his knees while keeping those intense, worried eyes on mine. God, he is handsome. He is wearing dark clothes and something that looks like leather; it suits him. But it is the way his entire face conveys sympathy that makes my pulse race. Before I close my eyes, I notice butterflies in my stomach.

“That’s right!” As a whim struck the woman, the phantasm of an eight-winged angel appeared behind her. Divine aura rushed into everyone’s cells, making them feel as though their souls were being purified.

I put my hand around her face and got the ball of light back and suddenly I felt my back get a bit heavy and my eyes glow as I yell "Angel's arch!!" She screams at it burns her and suddenly I'm lifted off the ground but it's not anyone holding me, I'm lifting myself. I turn and look at my back and the feeling leaves me and my eyes go back to normal "HOLY CRAP!?" I lose my focus and the wings disappear making me start to fall to the ground "Aaaaah!" I covered my eyes and just then someone catches me and holds me close. "Shhhh it's ok M'lady I'm here now"

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

Two of the Angels with six wings held my hand. One was on my right and the other one was on my left. In unison, I was lifted up easily and moved about 10 steps in front. There was a big white material with some words around the material I was put in the middle of a circle. I was tapped on my shoulder to kneel down. I turned to realized that I was in the middle of a crowd of angels. I heard a powerful melody afar and it was gotten closer and closer. I saw powerful light that was impossible to look at appeared from the east. That was the direction I was facing.

I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin. "Fly, Bella. Keep striving to unfurl your wings. They are nearly free. They are exquisite - a deep cerulean and purple with intricate gold patterns. They are tailor-made for you. The wings of a queen," she praised, though I could hardly register her words amidst the excruciating torment I was enduring. My back arched and then dropped as a sob escaped my lips. Ara knelt beside me, gently massaging my back in an attempt to coax my wings to emerge.

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

Angels with strange wings. If I am not mistaken, they are Angels of satan. The Angels cast into the blazing fires of hell. The sinned one. While I was on a stage in the middle of the arena. My hands and feet were bound. It was as if I had been crucified because of the position of my tie while Eron was in front of me, he's floating in the air with his beautiful black wings staring down at me with his dangerous hazel brown eyes.