Angel Wings Opening Novels & Stories

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro

He stepped back to the edge of the opening and simply toppled off it. When he left, the tiny straps released their hold. I sprang up from the bed, moved to the edge of the opening and knelt to peer down at the angel gliding below. My stomach clenched at the height, but forcing that down I searched for the infernal angel in the light shirt. Recognizing his form, I sighed in relief when I saw him flying gracefully rather than falling. Two strong hands grabbed my waist, then easily lifted me into his arms and carried me away from the opening. I kicked furiously with my legs to show my displeasure and tried to wrench my arms free from his steady grip.

The partitioned presence inside my mind answers before I can. Observer authority override detected. My stomach tightens. “No,” I say quietly. Ezra wipes rain from his face and squints into the golden tear. “So what is it?” The wind slows again. The rain softens. Almost like the storm itself is backing away. Then something moves inside the light. Not descending. Stepping. Like the sky is a doorway and someone just walked through it. The angel emerges. Not falling. Walking. One step out of the rift… then another… until it stands suspended twenty meters above the flooded street.

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.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

And I love every second of it. Sin keeps his eyes on me, a hint of a smirk on his face as he sees my face morph in forbidden pleasure. He can't hold himself back anymore as he furiously pumps inside me. And then a beautiful thing happens. We both reach our high, the same time. But as he reaches his high, a faint shadow of wings spurt out of his back. Wings as large as his, is drawn on the walls behind Sin as he arches his back in pleasure. His wings aren't out, but the shadow erupts as if his black wings had sprung out of his back. The shadow grows with each moan he lets out, like they grow syllable by syllable, covering half of the room, and the tips reaching the ceiling. I am partly glad I

he said and I smirked. "No problem, I will prove it. An angel only shows her true wings when her life is in danger. No matter since how long she is pretending to be human, she will show her true colours once she will see death so close to her... So close that she will realise that if she won't fly, she will die. I will make that happen" I just said that left to my room before he could stop me.

They ran up horizontally from her wrist to mid her back and covered her rib sides and part of her belly. "How glorious!!!" the evil angel said walking in circles around the girl. "Now, to open them up," he gave her a mischievous grin before blowing her out. She crashed through the window and was going to fall to her death... ____________________

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

she rambled and I closed my eyes. "You didn't know" I whispered and lifted her up the ground. I put her on the counter and I felt her tears on my shirt. A few minutes later, she felt asleep with her head on my shoulder. I slide my hand under her legs and picked her up. I walked up the stairs, holding on her tightly making sure she won't fall. Once I reached her room, I kicked the door open and walked in. Angel opened her eyes slightly when I put her on the bed. She was beautiful. I leant and kissed her forehead and just as I was about to walk away, she grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at her, her eyes were still closed.