Novel & Cerita Angel Wings: With Eyes

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

She was so nostalgic! She held two long blunderbuss in her hands, pointing towards different places. "Apurupai!!" 【Overload mode! 】 For a moment. The unique halo on Angel Angel's head that belonged to Rutland became even more shining, even comparable to the sun in the sky, and the pair of translucent angel wings behind her that were as thin as cicada wings instantly turned into huge wings of light. , even the eyes were shining with dazzling light. The powerful angel at this moment.

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.

I nodded my head his hard tip touching to my honeypot he is teasing me I pouted he entered slowly his every thrust making me to reach the sky heights with pleasure I'm enjoying but his speed of thrust increased by giving me immense pleasure I became tired but he is still energetic I don't know when he stopped but I felt someone dressing me I know that person is my prince I felt someone lifted me but I'm too tired and lazy to open my eyes meanwhile in the sky good angel is blushing and totally red due to blushing evil angel : didn't you listen his warning he warned that he will pluck the eyes who watches his belongings

I don't trust his eyes, no matter how pretty they are. "Why?" I demand. "Tell me why you would do it," Adam tilts his head and bites into his lower lip. His eyes are overflowing with a tenderness I can't entirely understand. Suddenly, it seems as if he is staring at something or someone precious to him. "When an angel loses their mate, they usually die unless they both rejected the mate-bond," Adam tells me in a careful tone. "But I didn't die. Instead, my wings and eyes turned dark. I kept on living, and now," He grabs a strand of his hair, holding it out for me to see. It's white, entirely different from his otherwise black hair. "And now I finally think I know the reason,"

Behind her, floating in flames flew in another girl. The stood together, side by side. One with gigantic dark wings and claws; the other with red and yellow shades of flame dancing in her eyes. Two balls of flame in her hands. "Dramatic entrance check," a familiar voice echoed from beside the men, frozen by shock to the walls. "We have two more people to complete the crew and they are not so close: wrap this up quick my little sinners." The evil angel dug his claws into wall and dragged them as he walk away with an evil smirk, making an annoying screeching sound.

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.

One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell. Only now could I truly take him in. His wings—those dark feathers—had been torn and frayed by the concrete when I carried him. The black edges were ragged, uneven. His thick hair was tangled, his shirt wrinkled and torn. Towering nearly two meters tall, he loomed over me, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the sky outside the window. His face was sharply defined, every line carved with strength and masculinity. He was terrifying—and yet, unbearably beautiful.

It felt dominating. Everyone witnessed the angel stood and leaped out from the hand print crater. It was unreal. The angel was glowing with blinding light. It stood with its imposing 15 feet height. No one would mistake the angel as human. Its wings gave it incredible speeds and great maneuverability. What was most eye catching was its face. It was beauty personified. You could look at its face and your worries would cease to exist. Its eyes were kind. Like someone you could confide your secrets with. Someone you could pour your heartaches out and knew that he would listen with understanding and acceptance.