Angel Wings From The Back Novels & Stories

They stomped towards me. I darted in between them, trying to gain some distance. "Angie," I breathed out as I ran, then I remembered, he was gone. My mind flickered through the runes I knew as I flipped and darted between the trees as they smashed their branches down at me. I used the pink light to form wings on my back. I flew through the branches and leaves as they smashed towards me. I spun and twisted in the air, dodging them with some trouble. It was hard getting used to this new appendage so quickly. I finally made it up above the forest. My wings glowed in the setting sun.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

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.

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

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.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

It seems they are actual wings to use like we are a damn pegasus. “Well that’s new,” says Ayla. She flaps her wings a few times before settling back on her back. We watch in fascination as the wings disappear back into the blue markings on our back. “You’ve never had wings before?” “Nope, this must be from your angel side Ahsoka.” “Well we can figure it all out later. You and Ace go have fun.”

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

Jace carried her, and they flew with wings on Jace's huge back. Rain barely dared to open her eyes when the wind hit her body. She couldn't see Jace's face when she flew. She could only see the muscles and veins along the man's shoulders and neck. Rain could also see a pair of black wings spread wide across Jace's back, and runes adorned the entire surface of his skin.