Angel Wings Opening Mga Nobela at Kwento

I moved my right hand to her waist then slid my arm around her waist and held her tight. I deepened the kiss and thought loudly to her, "hold me tighter." Her arms wrapped around my neck tighter. Letting me know she heard me. I smiled knowing she can finally hear me. I focused on my light as my tongue moved with hers and I felt it... My wings. I pushed them back and felt them materialize. I push them outward feeling my wings spread and open up. It felt so good to spread my wings. They're white, they slightly glow and they're soft.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

I decided that I was going to take a dip after I stretched my wings. I give over to my Angel side Ansiel. I feel my wings growing out of my back until it is finally spread wide. When I was younger me and the twins actually measured them. I have a wingspan of 4 meters. My mother always told me that I have the most magnificent wings she has ever seen. My wings are bigger than my mother and grandmother. You can see which one of the souls I am. My eye color is more a jade color like my mother's eyes, Ernouf has a shade of yellow eyes and Ansiel has ocean blue eyes. Ansiel walks around flapping my wings a bit. We don't want to take flight and scare someone. I hear ruffling behind me and when I tu

Max and Kendra were quick to defend Alina, always coming to her rescue but I had a feeling she didn't really need it. As the weeks past, I began training myself again My parents helped where they could. For the first time ever I had seen both my parents in angelic form. My mother was beautiful, a yellow glow shining of her wings. They were pure white but shimmered as they caught the rays of the sun. My mother had to wear a dress with a deep back so she could have her wings out. Every female angel had to wear something similar to that to accommodate their wings because they obviously couldn't fly half-naked. Her wings were slightly bigger than her, the ends touching the ground.

Frank arch a brow at her. "How do you mean?" Aria gave a shrug. "Maybe his mother was right. He doesn't like me" "Of course he does like you. I mean who wouldn't love an angel like you hmm?" He placed a quick kiss against her lip muting her protest_followed by another and another until it turned into a full blown make out section again and draining all the protest left in her body. ** It was a very sunny Sunday afternoon the next day when Aria arrived back at her house dressed in an oversized polo shirt that was obviously not hers as she stood fidgeting with the lock before pushing it open and stepping inside.

The time had come for her to embrace her angelic heritage and unleash her true potential. With a deep breath, Claire closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by the ethereal energy of the forest. She opened her senses to the unseen forces around her, attuning herself to the ancient wisdom that resided within the very fabric of her being. As she connected with her angelic lineage, a radiant glow suffused her form. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, and her wings, invisible to mortal eyes, unfurled behind her, their majestic presence felt rather than seen. Zane gasped in awe, witnessing the ethereal transformation before him. He was in the presence of something extraordi

The angels each had six, ten, and twelve wings, attacking Wilbur from different directions. "You're just in time!" Wilbur roared furiously. The number of wings affected the angels' flying speeds, and Wilbur took advantage of the difference as he launched two attacks in succession and smashed the angels with six and ten wings to dust. Yet just then, the twelve-winged angel was right in front of him. It raised the long sword in its grasp, bringing it down against Wilbur's head. The angel moved too quickly for Wilbur to avoid it, and he grabbed the long sword as he glowered at the angel. In the next second, both the angel and its sword were absorbed into the white gloves.

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

He picks me up and I securely lock my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "Keep your eyes closed. I don't need you getting sick." he simply states. He takes us through the doorway and back onto the ledge before jumping as his large black wings unfurl from his back and spread out, nearly touching my arms. I feel as we soar up into a mist of pure darkness and manage to catch a glimpse of Levi before shutting my eyes and burying my face in his neck. His arms stay securely around me, holding me against him as we fly so fast it nearly takes my breath away.

"What are we having?" I don't answer. I find my first grip on the exterior wall and start climbing. The wall is rough and cooperative, textured stone with good friction. There's wind tonight, not enough to matter. The courtyard below is lit and quiet. Then, from above and slightly to the left, the light changes. A Throne Angel drifts into view, wings folded, moving on the night air with that particular slow certainty that makes them impossible to ignore. Enormous. Radiant. Silver hair, pale eyes, hovering at precisely my altitude like he parked there on purpose.