Angel Wings Up Novels & Stories

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.

It lets out a screech, so loud, that the humans scream, running away from it. This is the one chance we have; I point at the target, and my comrades understand, charging at it with everything and everyone they have. The angel is wounded though, and flapping on five wings instead of six, as it tries to make itself look scary. But it's the fact that I got it, and it's screaming in pain that gives the others confidence to take it down. They move forward, screeches, and angry cries filling up the sky. I fly upwards, Loss sticking close. It's strange that we are not fighting each other, and instead helping one another.

Eyes wide, I gulp loudly as torrents of desire suddenly wash over me. Angelo doesn’t look at my shocked reaction as he strides closer and sheds his human disguise. His red sweater and slacks begin to shift and change until he is covered in fiery red scales. Large gold wings sprout from his back, and his head is covered in some kind of medieval helmet, like the ones in the movie with the Trojan warriors. He’s magnificent but also scary. My body thrums with desire as he comes closer. I want him to come to me, but something tells me that this is not right. My reaction feels good but also wrong.

- Maria looked at her as if she was crazy. - Everything seems to fit perfectly. These gifts you have are rarely happening among ordinary people all at once. Of course, Angels can also heal, send sleep, manipulate emotions, of course in positive way, and so on. But as a half-Angel, you don't necessarily inherit all of your angel-father's gifts, because these are mental qualities. There is, however, a genetic trait that every half-Angel takes over, namely the wings.- Nadir explained more precisely, not at all affected by the look she sent her.

He groaned in pleasure as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Breathing heavily, he released her lips so they could catch their breath. Looking down at their position, he smiled. He realized he was straddling her, his knees on either side of her thighs and he had no idea when it happened. The slender slope of her neck caught his attention and he became overcome with a sudden urge to taste the skin there. Following his desire, he placed wet kisses on her neck and nibbled the area below her ear. She arched her neck in response and her hand threaded through his hair.

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

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.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

Rex’s POV The demons were becoming more and more than I expected. They weren't this much in the last world. " Try calling out to yours," I said looking at the Angel. He had rode on a unicorn. " I can't connect to her," He said in sadness as we fought. " Try your wings," Liam suggested. The angel had his wings, he had just made them invincible. The Angel brought out his wings and flipped them with an astonishing force, this energy flipped a million demons away. I was amazed by this power. This was one of the reasons angels were to be respected and honored, no clan was as powerful as they are.