Angel Wings Shoulder Blades の小説・ストーリー

But aside from all that, the most magnificent thing is the huge wings that spread behind him, filling the entire hall, and they’re not even at their fullest. The black bone that forms the structure shimmers like the darkest of nights, ribbing along the wing. The membrane is like a deep thick leather, with a velvety look. It is black but shimmers green, and the highest arch of the wing is rimmed with scales that only add beauty to the gorgeous wings before me. He pulls away from me, almost looking… defeated, and that terrifies me. I have never seen Agnarr look as destroyed as he does at this moment. There’s something in his eyes that looks… almost broken.

Gabbe stopped pacing and tossed her wing to point at the two angels sitting next to each other across the fire from Roland. Arrianes slender iridescent wings were still for once, rising high above her shoulder blades. Their shimmer looked almost phosphorescent in the colorless night, but everything else about Arriane, from her short black bob to her pale, drawn lips, looked harrowingly somber and sedate.

Adrian was breathing heavily. His chest rose with each heavy breath he took, his enormous wings behind him swaying softly. I stared at him with wide eyes. I've never seen anything like it. The wings tore through his shirt, so he was standing in front of us with his chest bare, his muscles on show.

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

King Adon says to Like, handing him his silver blade whose handle is heavily gilded. "We will be right here when you return, your majesties," Lior assures as he takes the sword. The stunning angels strip off their cloaks and shirts, giving us a flattering view of their perfect upper bodies. I notice everyone staring, me included. But at least my mouth isn't gaping like Linda's and my eyes aren't as wide and full of lust like those of their queen. The sight of their bare skins made her forget that she just fell on rocks. Massive golden wings emerge from their backs like eggs hatching. Thumas joins the group of those gaping in awe. I am amazed too. I cannot however let them see that. I am one

He turns to the second Romie and mumbles something. I watch in horror as the second Romie pulls out an angel blade and plunges it into the first one. The first Romie disappears into a cloud of smoke. "NO! Not Romie! Not again!" I slide down the barrier flat on my ass. Energy depleted. My left shoulder leans up against the barrier. I lean my head against its cool surface too. Second Romie mimics my position only he's on his right shoulder facing me. His little hand lays flat against the surface. Using strength and energy I don't have; I touch my much bigger hand to his.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

He holds it open and looks at me expectantly. I chew on the inside of my cheek. I push down my worries with a deep breath and limp into the connected room. Three pairs of wings are on display, but not like the others. These ones are clean and beneath each stands a table. The first set of wings are black and silver. And on the table is a gleaming silver sword. The second set of wings are snow white. A beautifully strange dagger lies on the table, its curved blade engraved with delicate designs and its hilt encrusted with precious stones.

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