Angel Wings Shoulder Blades Novels & Stories

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

They all belong in books and movies. He leans in and takes my hand. “Believe,” he mutters softly as he brings my hand to touch his wing. It feels really soft as if it was made of expensive silk. I walk to his side to get a better look. Somehow, I still can’t believe that he’s indeed an angel. I want to make sure that these wings aren’t just a theatrical prop. “They’re real.”

Looking at Sinful, I see a slow smile creep across his face. “I had to give him another body of course, but there he is, our secret weapon,” I murmur, watching the way he stares back at me, green eyes fierce beyond anything else. I had to let him keep the eyes. It would be an injustice not to do so. Poor Ren. Who knows how long he will remain down here. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time Fate,” Sinful says, nudging me. “You really have.”

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

I looked down at the beautiful woman asleep in my arms; I had every intention of putting her down to let her rest, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. She started moving around again in her sleep, her towel slipping down, revealing her back as she turned in my arms. I noticed intricate designs shaping into wings which filled her back. What looked like diamonds were embedded in her skin, making the details of her wings stand out, grey and white swirls filled in the wings, hypnotizing me. I brushed the hair off her shoulder and looked at the stars that lined the top half of her shoulder leading up onto her neck. They had the same diamonds in them, but they also had other colored gems as

At the critical moment, he successfully merged with the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings and rescued Aria in the blink of an eye. “Phew...” Aria sighed in relief, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. “The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings?” Seeing his attack miss, Blade spoke coldly and looked at Andrius in the air, his eyes widening slightly. The other envoys who saw this also looked surprised. The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings were a flying artifact made from the wings of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix.

The particle separation and reunification ignited the next phase of my transformation. I can feel my muscles, bones, and fat reshaping into something more robust, leaner, and lethal. My fingers keep ripping out sharp, blade-like black claws, and my gums throb from the new fangs that have emerged. When I think it is over, my shoulder blades tear open, and enormous black angel wings thrust out. The feathers are a deep black, glistening in the portal's light. These large and imposing wings span wider than my entire body. They are immense, powerful, and coated in a thick, black liquid that shimmers in the light. Each wing is a work of art, with feathers that fade from black to the deepest shade

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

Standing before us are two beings so beyond our reality, I almost want to laugh just to keep from falling over. Angels. Real ones. Not pretty stained-glass angels. Not soft, glowing, harp-toting cherubs. These are soldiers. Aliens. Weapons given form. Ten feet tall. Four wings each—two across their shoulders, two just below the ribcage. Four arms. Eyes like voids. No whites. No irises. Just endless black. Golden skin. Battle armor. Swords, shields, spears—and a fifth hand left free, I guess, in case they feel like waving.