Angel Wings On Back Novels & Stories

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 was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

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.

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

Sadie. I use the sliding doors to enter my room through the balcony. Slowly, I walk towards the full-length mirror and just silently stare at myself. I was confused about what happened or what the hell I was. I turn to my right, then to my left, and check out the white pair of wings that were on my back. I always thought that angels were just fiction, which, when you think about it, is funny since humans believed the same thing about our goddess.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first, I thought I imagined things. I was flying over the city, and on one of the rooftops stood none other than my best mate Samael. He was a bit younger looking and completely irreverent of my power. He flipped me off and told me, sod off.” Zoe covers her mouth with a giggle and shakes her head bemused. “What?” She asks, her mood lighter. I nod my head and roll my eyes. “The little bugger was all attitude. I knew he wasn’t Samael, but the resemblance was uncanny. He had to at least be a relation of Samael’s’. His wings gave his heritage away. You see, angels have feathered wings just like the ones you see in human paintings. Demons have wings like

He walked towards the news vendor's shop, and his eyes widened at his confirmation. It was an image of him in his flying form, taken from the back. From the image, one could see the back of a man with huge wings, carrying a lady whose face could not be seen, but her legs, part of the dress and her hands were visible. The person blurred out the background so it's not easy to tell where the image was taken and the caption was, 'Do we have an angel walking the earth?'

He takes a step and turns showing me his back, there is the tattoo. And what a tattoo, they are angel wings. Wings stretching down his arms, feathers covering his biceps. “It is…” I look for a word to define it, I can't find any. I sigh slowly and bring my fingers closer to the tattoo. I slide my finger along every line a pen draws, I let my hands explore his torso, his skin is soft and damn irresistible to touch. He tenses with my touch, then when my hands caress his wings he relaxes.

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."