Angel Wings From The Back Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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 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"

I grinned into the hollow of his defined Apollo belt, swiping a thumb over his slit. "Well…you're welcome." I took a moment to look up at him through my lashes and gasped at the sight. I'd never seen an angel's wings before. Remmy had three pairs in total, with the largest brushing against the walls of my bedroom to curl around my bed. They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light.

Renata. I did it. I told him the truth. Not everything yet. I wanted to tell him little by little starting with the wings that I had developed. When the wings suddenly came out of my back, I was shocked and frightened. I would understand if I was half angel, half werewolf but the wings were gold and blazing like the sun.

Gabbe stopped pacing and tossed her wing to point at the two angels sitting next to each other across the fire from Roland. Arrianes slender iridescent wings were still for once, rising high above her shoulder blades. Their shimmer looked almost phosphorescent in the colorless night, but everything else about Arriane, from her short black bob to her pale, drawn lips, looked harrowingly somber and sedate.

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding. I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside. Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in. But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

His black wings now began to look as if they were molting, as his feathers one by one began to fall to the ground around him. “What the hell?” Came from Easton, as he grabbed ahold of my arm pulling me back towards him, as neither of us knew what was happening, but by the looks of things, the Angel of Death maybe able to die, after all.

She instructed as she got off me, and I looked at her, puzzled. "I want to see your tattoos clearly. " She added with a smile. A smile I couldn't help but be drawn to. I let out a deep breath and flipped over. I turned my head to the side, letting her take off my T-shirt. She got back on top of me, settling just below my hips. I could feel her fingers moving along the two angel wings tattooed on my back. They were filled in with black and had sharp edges. "So pretty," she said softly. Her gentle touch felt amazing.