Angel Wings From The Back Novels & Stories

40 sec, the camera fell to the ground and its lense were directed to the ceiling, an aesthetic masterpiece was painted. Intertwined branches of vines, studded with flowers and differently colored butterflies, two angels were flying down from the clouds, aimed in their mouth are trumpets, each are held on their opposite hands, fully stretched meant to touch shoulders together, their feet behaving the same way, while their outer feet were bended, arched to create a four like pose on the low. It creates an optical illusion, making it appear like the angels are going to meet you halfway. Flashback "Brylle, I'll be writing a historical fiction. Can you join me by tomorrow?" In semi flirting voice

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.

Seeming to have trouble with her own seatbelt, Angel looked alarmed as he dropped down onto his knees before her and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. “If fucking you a second time is what it takes for me not to be a player, then I’d be happy to oblige,” he rumbled deep in his throat, offering her a gaze filled with desire. His fingers squeezed her knees, silently urging her to feel his sudden need to have her. His wolf instantly began to react to the way her knees squeezed against his sides, almost urging him between her legs. The beast was ready and raring to go, one step away from howling his desire for all to hear. It was a good thing they were miles up in the air and only the p

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

JUMP AND THE GODS THEMSELVES WILL GIVE YOU WINGS I close my eyes and listen to it's call, leaning closer and closer into its sweet embrace. I close my eyes and bite my lip. I see why The Angels would want to leave from here. "Goddess you look beautiful!" A deep voice says from behind me. I whirl around almost loosing my footing. Strong hands grip my waist and pull me from the ledge to make sure I don't fall. Warmth radiates from where our skin touches. I look up and into familiar eyes, eyes I will never be able to forget. I immediately pull out of the embrace.

“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.

He smiled triumphantly. "Great. Thanks for doing this. Have a fun night." "I will," he said, already focusing of the music. I turned, facing the front door, and saw Gabe standing near the entrance. The angelic man took my breath away. Definitely movie star material. But it wasn't his beyond gorgeous looks or the way his blue jeans hung low on his hips. It wasn't even the way his white shirt clung to his, torso showing off all of his muscles. It was the giant white wings on his back. They were fully extended, showing off like a peacock hoping to attract his mate.

He picks me up and I securely lock my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "Keep your eyes closed. I don't need you getting sick." he simply states. He takes us through the doorway and back onto the ledge before jumping as his large black wings unfurl from his back and spread out, nearly touching my arms. I feel as we soar up into a mist of pure darkness and manage to catch a glimpse of Levi before shutting my eyes and burying my face in his neck. His arms stay securely around me, holding me against him as we fly so fast it nearly takes my breath away.

It was the voice of an angel in song. “I suppose I'll join in, then,” Samael said under his breath. He raised his arms; shadows enveloped him. A howling wind appeared, and six pairs of wings materialized on his back. He flexed the black pinions, draping them across him so he was veiled in darkness.