Angel Wings Opening Novels & Stories

As if he was caught in the flames from a dragon's lungs and there was no escape. The rain that fell did nothing to extinguish them either. Damascus closed his eyes and let the feeling overwhelm his sense. That was until he felt that he was no longer alone. Damascus slowly opened his eyes, and his vision was filled with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes. Light shown from behind her and cast what looked to be gold wings coming from her back. Damascus had never heard of a golden dragon before. He wondered if the woman who looked like an angel was in fact one. One that had come to take him to his grandmother.

“This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?” “Yes, a pair of Angel wings, in memory of my dad.” That is such a wonderful sentiment and exactly what I have come to expect from her in the short time I have known her. I smile and she returns it with one of her own. “May I see?” “Uhm, sure.” She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away.

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.

It's a good thing I hung up that blanket. The door in his room opens, and my eyes widen when he walks out of what I guess is his bathroom. A towel is wrapped around his waist, his chest bare and his hair wet. Drops of water glide down his body, making the dark ink glisten. I'm frozen, taking in the sight. Black angel wings spread across his pecs, and between them is what looks like a cocoon. Covering his entire left arm is a half dead tree. Leaves fall from the winding branches, falling to a barren ground. On his right arm, is a sleeve of butterflies and flowers, a complete opposite from his gloomy left arm. Then I'm looking at his face. Clouded with shadows as his dark eyes glare back at me

Owing to the anomalies still ongoing around Earth, the tectonic shift had furthered the distance between Gujiang and the capital and the gap was still growing. All the way, Chu Xun did not slow down at all, and only chose to when his skin was beginning to burn. It was morning on the following day when Chu Xun finally made it to the capital. On his way to the Fire Dragon Palace, he really encountered Angels. Handsome and beautiful, Angels looked like humans but with milky-white wings on their backs. Clad in armor and mail and each emanating powerful auras, they appeared to be remarkable warriors. There was an air of pride and aloofness about their kind. By flapping their wings, they could eas

the doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit. Just like a witch has a dæmon, an angel has its wings. The wings reflect the soul—small wings meant a damaged one. And Dorin and the High Lord's wings are too small to even allow them to fly. "Aurelia!" I lift my chin, meeting his gaze. "High Lord," I mumble, bowing my head ever so slightly. He smirks. "How good of you to finally answer my command." I bite my tongue and offer up a small smile. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask in a painfully polite voice.

"How do we get inside?" "Do we knock?" Just as they were about to go closer, the high gates opened revealing two winged fairies. They honestly assumed that the creatures from this city were small but they were of the same heights but their wings glow. The lady wings were gorgeous like a butterfly with different colors and the boy has a dragon fly like wings that flickers such colors when he moves depending where it will reflect.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

" Melissa thought as she looked at the male body. Just the way she preferred it: sinewy, strong, graceful, hard to the touch. “Demons definitely know a lot about male beauty,” the girl’s mind confirmed, and he opened his wings… " Wings?!" Blue-black, wide in scope, powerful, capable of lifting the owner into the sky in a couple of strokes. The demon showed off, opened them to their full length, and the flames surrounding them flinched from the air current.