Angel Wings On Back Novels & Stories

“So you can tell everyone that it appeared as a result of the Goddess' blessing; it's an angel manifestor.” I frowned. “Angel manifestor?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” said Azael. "Before an angel awakens their power, a line is etched on their wrist indicating the waiting time for their wings to sprout. The Goddess blessed you, so your power will awaken at some point, but since you are not of pure angelic lineage, the marker is not engraved on you." I opened my mouth in total shock, incredulous at so many details. “That's—”

she pleaded for the eleventh time. “Baby, we're going to get lost. Plus you're wearing 6-inch heels. No way I'm letting you walk a long distance in those.” I denounced strongly, looking away. While looking away, I spotted a plane that had just taken off disappear into the clouds. I grinned knowing exactly who was inside it. Then I looked back at Angel, and she had no reaction whatsoever, on her face. Instead, she held onto my arm and muttered, “Then let's walk barefoot, and get ice cream, then sit somewhere and watch the splendour of the mighty Eiffel Tower at night.”

It creaked and opened. Angel tried to push it out gently but the vines held it steady. "Move to my back," he said and she shifted from his front to his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck. Angel then pushed the door open. Nadia could feel his rippling muscle bulging under her arms. She pressed hard against his back, drawing in his scent. Angel used his hand to make a clearing as they stepped out, walking deeper into the woods. He noted how dense it seemed like they were in an untouched zone. He turned around scanning the area and with his height, he could see the house in the far distance. His heart thudded.

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"

Then suddenly, I heard thunderclap, it was different from earthly thunder, it’s a form of thunder that can only be heard by divine ones like me, and the only reason the thunder can occur was if there’s any form of disruption in heaven, and disruption in heaven can be caused by many factors, like if someone breached the boundary of heaven and earth without formal procedure, or if there’s a brawl in heaven or the taking of the water of life by an impure angel and other factors. But whenever there’s a disruption in heaven, I’ve heard from the greater one that angels on earth are prone to exposure. Their invisibility wears off and humans will be able to see them. The problem was that I was direc

she hugged me tightly for a quick moment and said, "I have one last gift to give you before I leave." She reached for my hand and I gave it to her. My vision danced with a billion colors, like glitter and it felt as though a big gust of wind had swept her and I up and held us in the air. I felt the skin on my back tighten and stretch but it didn't hurt. "What's happening?" She smiled at me and said, "Just accept it." I felt an odd sensation, like dry skin cracking as it stretched and separated and then two white wings erupted from my back. They were identical to the two soft wings that had once adorned Wendy's back.

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.

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

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.