Angel Wings From The Back Novels & Stories

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

Su Hui had now come to Yu Xiangyang's three people, she had just put the bag on the mechanical arm, is looking at the base construction. Suddenly heard Chu Xuning's breath, slightly sideways, gaze very accurately towards the master man's right arm. The man was close to the wheat-coloured upper arm, tattooed with the shape of an angel. Is a winged black angel with an exposed side face. A pure black color that is unusually conspicuous under light. The Black Angel also holds a death scythe in his hand. A very realistic image of a black angel. At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart.

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

She kept her gaze on Ethan as she swung her waist like she had no bones in them. With the crowd watching her, Ethan was not allowed to get to her. He stood there watching her. He could not deny she was very tempting with the way she was dancing. She made a spin and fell to the ground and Ethan went to her side. She was laughing even though she had a little bruise on her hand from the way she fell. He did not have an option but to carry her from the place as she was now delirious.

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.

“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.