Novel & Cerita Angel Wings Opening

Talk about some serious daddy issues. I knocked on the door and then slowly pushed it open, already knowing in my bones that the angel in question was wide awake. Shamshiel was quite the sexy vision as he sat on his bed. His wings out, propping him up in a sitting position, long legs crossed under the covers and book in hand. His chest was bare and the lamp light flickered, sensually highlighting the angles and dips of his sculpted form. Unconsciously I licked my lips at the sight before me, and his burning blue eyes met mine. His smile was soft and kind, he gestured for me to come sit beside him. My legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and I knew I would be getting some answers abo

Ethan knocked and entered Camila's room and closed the door. The moment he closed the door, Camila came to him and kissed him. Ethan froze and for a moment didn't know what to do. She was heavily pregnant and pushing her felt like a terrible option. Opening the door was also not a good idea, what if Olivia sees them? She might misunderstand the situation. Ethan held Camila's shoulder and held her at arm's length pulling away from her.

I grinned into the hollow of his defined Apollo belt, swiping a thumb over his slit. "Well…you're welcome." I took a moment to look up at him through my lashes and gasped at the sight. I'd never seen an angel's wings before. Remmy had three pairs in total, with the largest brushing against the walls of my bedroom to curl around my bed. They were a stormy type of speckled warm gray-brown like the wings of a Lanner falcon, the white underside shimmering with some type of light.

It was only amplified by the Angel of Death. That day when Rosalie pulled the Angel from me, she didn’t pull of it out, she even added a little something. Part of her own soul. Rosalie may have been the priestess of the Fae and the first Angel of Death, but she was a daughter of one of the titans. Kronos knew this. That is why he took me with him and why I could open the Gate in the first place. I close my eyes and pull on the energy I chant under my breath as I open them again. I look at him and I feel them. My wings are no longer black. They are pure white, they glitter and shine, the daggers are no longer black, but are diamonds.

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

A voice demanded Angy hesitantly opened her eyes only for her for her jaw to basically drop open, not believing what she was seeing Before her wasn't the priest who she had been speaking with earlier, instead a lean figure wrapped in white shirt and pants with long white hair pulled in a bun, his face was flawless and skin that appeared so white he almost looked like a statue made out of porcelain, what seemed more unrealistic was the tuff of white feathers that made up two pairs of large wings in the purest of white she had ever seen. They dragged on the floor just behind him He..he was beautiful. Too beautiful. Eerily beautiful

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?" Raymond's eyes shifted away from Ravi's gaze. "Someone was constantly looking through Ravi's window, so I came to see." "And you revealed your wings? Listen, Raymond, you mustn't display them in public. People will be scared, and it will lead to many problems," Ravi explained patiently, hoping to make Raymond understand. Upon hearing Ravi's words, Raymond immediately stood rigid, his head automatically tilting down, showing clear signs of remorse. But Raymond remained silent, closing his lips tightly. Ravi sighed heavily and stared at Raymond intently as Ra

He takes it with a puzzled look. I slowly start to unbutton the shirt I'm wearing until it falls off my shoulders. Closing my eyes and concentrating, I slowly expand my wings that are nestled around my torso. They obey and extend out, out, out. They reach above my head to the stars above, down to the sea below, and out to the horizon. The wind hits my wings, and they are refreshed by the clean open air. "You once said you wanted to see my wings shift," I say as I open my eyes. Bennet looks at me with wonder and amazement. "I think it's time you did."

The way he would look at her as if the whole world resided in her. He held her by her waist, pulled her closer and when she had least expected it, he lifted her up. Angela gripped his shoulders, surprised by his sudden act. "Look up, open your arms and close your eyes, Angel," his voice vibrated with joy and love for her. She would lie if she said she wasn't enjoying herself. She blinked at the pouring sky before closing her eyes and spread her arms out.