Angel Wings: With Eyes Novels & Stories

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

“This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?” “Yes, a pair of Angel wings, in memory of my dad.” That is such a wonderful sentiment and exactly what I have come to expect from her in the short time I have known her. I smile and she returns it with one of her own. “May I see?” “Uhm, sure.” She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away.

I decided that I was going to take a dip after I stretched my wings. I give over to my Angel side Ansiel. I feel my wings growing out of my back until it is finally spread wide. When I was younger me and the twins actually measured them. I have a wingspan of 4 meters. My mother always told me that I have the most magnificent wings she has ever seen. My wings are bigger than my mother and grandmother. You can see which one of the souls I am. My eye color is more a jade color like my mother's eyes, Ernouf has a shade of yellow eyes and Ansiel has ocean blue eyes. Ansiel walks around flapping my wings a bit. We don't want to take flight and scare someone. I hear ruffling behind me and when I tu

so now, nothing seemed too improbable for Aurora. The angel laughed, looking mirthful. He looked really young for an angel. "It is really like reality TV. You might as well TiVo it. Wait, can you TiVo it? No, do not tell me you can record it! Do not," She asked as she looked up at him with warning, and he shook his head, as his eyes twinkled in merriment as he looked at her back with those beautiful violet eyes. His eyes were like glowing fire orbs of violet. It was such a breathtaking color.

I recognized the spell and I knew exactly what I'd be seeing when I opened my eyes and directed my gaze to the said corner above. Armand was looking furious, his wrists were bloodied, and his naked upper body was visible with bruises. But it was his eyes that penetrated my gaze, then my focus shifted to the dark wings flapping beside him and suddenly my back ached with throbbing pain. The elven king did have my wings, they were still alive and waiting for me.

The Angel King’s eyes—pale, almost glowing—locked onto mine, and he laughed, a cold, sharp sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Arineth, you think a festival in Katula could happen without me?” he said, his voice smooth as silk but dripping with venom, his smile too wide, too perfect. He stepped closer, offering his hand, his wings twitching slightly, like they were eager to unfold. “I had to be here. The orb’s power is a beacon, and I never miss a chance to see it shine.”

This sick twisted fuck is going to die, I will kill him tonight or die trying, I thought to myself as I felt the burning inside me get even hotter. “I... WILL... NOT!” I screeched as I ascended again, quicker than I ever had before. A fiery light glowed around my body. Balan's eyes grew wide and he dropped the handkerchief onto the floor, as his face filled with fear for the first time. My wings extended, and my eyes shone brighter than the moon itself. He slowly began to back away from me, and I tilted my head to the side, while watching him through my Angel eyes. I let out a booming cackle as I charged right at him.

We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in. Her hair was trailing behind her, back-lit by the sun and casting a soft golden glow around her head. Her face was flushed and the corners of her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She looked confused and surprised, seeming to not notice the trembling of her body. Her eyes were wide, those heartstopping amethyst orbs staring back at me with a raging blaze of emotions. And it filled our body with awe just with the sight of her, seeing her look so innocent and angelic as we flew.

Then slowly—very slowly—they began to fold inward. Within seconds they disappeared entirely. The girl sagged with relief. Her eyes flicked back to me. “You… saw those.” “Yes.” “And you’re not—” “Panicking?” Bjorn offered helpfully. She nodded. I shook my head. “Angel wings aren’t unusual.” She blinked. “But… mine are.” That much was obvious. Still, that wasn’t something I needed to say yet. Instead I gave her something useful. “If you’re trying to understand them,” I said, “you should check the library.”

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