Angel Wings Shoulder Blades Novels & Stories

Marcus said as I felt him move up behind me so his back was to me and we had all four warriors in our sights, “I’m good, but I’m not sure I can do four in under a minute.” “Don’t worry Marcus sweetie,” I said, pulling the angel blade out from the one sleeve of my dress. It instantly glowed, lightly up the woods. “You can sit this one out.” I swirled the blade around and watched Paul’s cocky attitude begin to melt in uncertainty. “In fact Marcus,” I said, “Yeah darling?”

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

It unfurled like a sail, wide and massive and utterly opaque, even the thinner unscaled membranes that made up the bulk of the single wing. Wing, Anzi marveled. She swallowed hard when Kai crossed the last stride of the distance between them with his left wing outstretched. Enormous. From behind his shoulder to the very tip of the wing, it was easily two meters, and she suspected it would span even wider if he were wholly transformed. She had yet to see him in his dragon form. What would he look like?

me in more danger. My blood was unique enough that anyone no matter who could use it to heal their entire pack, just by drinking it. My powers would also grow stronger once my wings are fixed. Since it happened at a young age my wounded wings have kept me from strengthening my angel side. She agreed to teach me how to control my powers once I was healed, but couldn’t promise it would work. I looked at my back more trying to rub off some of the dry blood. My wings don’t stick out of my skin and that's what's bleeding. The part of my shoulder blade where my wings come out of has openings that are visible. With healthy wings these openings are supposed to close with your wings, however since t

Then, gingerly and very slowly, he exhaled deeply, and his wings began to unfurl. They came gradually, starting at the base of his shoulders, two white shoots extending from his back, growing higher, wider, thicker as they spread back and up and out. Clara eyed the scalloped edges, yearning to trace them with her hands. The inside of his wings began to glow with velvet iridescence.

the Primal voice inside me roared. Pain exploded between my shoulder blades—a searing, tearing heat that made me scream into the wind. But the scream wasn't one of agony; it was a battle cry. From my back, two massive structures erupted. They weren't feathered like a bird’s or leathery like a bat’s. They were wings made of obsidian thorns and shimmering violet light. Every "feather" was a razor-sharp leaf forged from Malachi’s shadows and my own life force.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

"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.

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

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.