Angel Wings On Back Novels & Stories

Jackie stirred in the bed and slowly opened her eyes. A man stood with his back to her—shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. The sides of his head were shaved, revealing intricate oriental tattoos that snaked down to his neck, while the middle part of his raven-black hair was braided neatly down his back. He was tall and dangerously built, his V-shaped torso exuding raw power. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his upper back bore black wings inked into his pale skin—like a fallen angel carved in shadows.

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.

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

"I just need some motivation." He was still teasing me even at that critical moment. "You're unbelievable." "Stay in the cottage. Do not come out. There's a protective shield that will prevent Liam or any other angel from entering." He turned to walk away but I held him down. "What will you do?" I asked like I didn't know the answer to that question. Eliot smirked. "I'll finish him." And with that, Elliot grew beautiful black wings. His wings were like that of a Pegasus, black, silky and shiny. They were enormous and powerful enough to make an elephant fly.

That day was yet to come. I had my wings, I knew that much. Every angel gets their wings upon creation. Of course, not all angels were created the way I was so my wings came a little differently. When I was five they came in. I had to miss school that entire week because of how painful it all felt. My entire back, and shoulders ached and burned from the sensation of them growing out of me. It felt so unnatural. It was so unnatural.

“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.

But why now? "Oh, Ambrose! It feels so good," she moaned. She leaned down and claimed my mouth again. My cock ached and throbbed inside her. I was close and I could tell so was she. "Come for me," I growled and gripped her butt so I could thrust into her harder. She arched her back and screamed, her eyes rolled at the back of her head and her body shuddered violently as she climaxed. She screamed again, but it was a different kind of scream this time. I stared at her in amazement as two delicate wings sprouted out of her back. They were clear with silvery-gold patterns, gently fluttering up and down in the cool breeze.

Infact, the whole place was full of life and of hope and of love. She noticed at the back of the man was a pair of wings, it wasn't feathery, it was made with golden flame and it flapped gracefully behind his back. "Come" the man said in his angelic voice, "follow me". The man turned around, in front of her was his wings, bright and terrifyingly beautiful. There was a sudden urge in her hands to touch it, to see if it's real. She wondered if it's hot to touch but she shoved away the thought.

Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab. “Woops! You sure are aggressive, woman!” Angelo twirled, finding the balance between his body and his wings as he made sure to fold his wings. The short curls that riddled his head swayed midair, covering his line of vision for a split second. Oops! I miss – or not. The reflection that Angelo glimpsed on the swamp’s murky waters was the image of Maleficent’s glowering emerald orbs – as if she won. On cue, the left wing which he forgot that existed struck his right shoulder from behind, earning Maleficent a grunt from Angelo.

"I don't want to rip my shirt." Eron's shirt lay discarded on the grass as he stood before me, his back to me. With a swift motion, two magnificent wings unfurled from his back, and I gasped in astonishment. They were angel-like wings, their feathers glistening in the moonlight as they stretched out, casting a shadow on the ground beneath. "Velia, I want to show you something truly special," Eron said softly, his eyes locked onto hers. Still taken aback by the sight before me, I cautiously approached, my curiosity overcoming my initial surprise. With trembling fingers, I reached out and touched one of the feathers. It was soft and cool to the touch, sending a shiver of awe down my spine.