Angelic Tails Novels & Stories

“Hey, Miss Mable.” The head of the Kincade family turned to her with a smile. “Just worried about the crates. They’re full of ice packs and flowers, some are actually real petals for the aisle path and some are full bouquets and singles. There’s gonna be flowers everywhere. Did you know that this tree has been here since—well, we call it the Kincade Tree and it’s gonna be the altar.” “Wow!” Maggie stared at the magnificent tree, then she looked all around. She spotted Jet as he helped unload a truck. OH, NO. Her breathing picked up. “Well, I got 2 rooms left. then I will be able to help set up the reception area.”

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

In the darkness before him, a figure slowly filtered into view. First, the wings: undersized and gossamer-thin. Then the body deepened in color just enough for Noah to see a small, pale angel sharing his Announcer. Noah did not know him. The angels features were soft and innocent-looking, like a babys. In the cramped tunnel, his fine blond hair blew across his silver eyes in the wind that Daniels wings sent back each time they pulsed. He looked so young, but of course, he was just as old as any of them.

Well, maybe at their funeral. Hey, stop with the pale face! This is all pure theory. Oh, and the third thing, chances are, our god-fearing thrall would suffer a stroke if I were to appear inside the holy walls of a temple. After all, "ungodly vermin are to suffer in the eternal darkness until the end of time..." Yep, that's from his speeches. Oh well. If I got angry with each fool who crossed my path, I'd tire my tail out. Which tail? My tail-a long, pretty, scaly tail, with a scorpion's stinger at the end. One sting, and you have a date with the Bright Saint, telling him all about my wickedness. One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water.

“I go by Mischief now.” Mischief grasped the Addict’s arm, swinging him to his feet and then in a wide arc. The angels’ wings wrapped around each other, as they slow danced to the song that had been played for me, close and intimate. Then the Addict purred. I blinked. Angels purred when they were happy…? Or maybe only when they were hard-on happy…? Either way, that was hot. “Zophia or Mischief, I care only that you’re here,” the Addict murmured. “The sorceres—”

I exclaimed, twirling around so I could get a three hundred sixty degree view. I wasn’t exaggerating even a bit. This place truly was magnificent. It almost looked like a huge mountain from outside if you failed to notice the angels sitting atop the high-rise. They were like sentinels in the dark with their wings spread out to its full width, shoulders hunched, and body bent forward in preparation for flight. Their faces weren’t prominent in the dim moonlight, but the statues looked so perfect. I would have thought they were real if Erick hadn’t told me otherwise.

Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next. Zadkiel landed silently behind Lisa, she was only alerted to his presence but a slight ripple of displaced air. While lesser reapers like Lisa looked no different from humans, archangels were another story. Zadkiel stood tall, almost 7 feet with lean muscle and massive white wings, brighter than snow. His skin was the same shade as his wings, but there was an ethereal glow to its alabaster hue that made it painful to look at him for too long. The archangel wore a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a plain black t-shirt along with a silver pendant around his neck, the mark of his office.

It was a wonderful sight that Shane could not look away from it and stopped joining the clash. As soon as the feathers made a contact with anything, it exploded like a poison bomb. The mana and the health of the angels that inhaled the gas coming from feathers deteriorated big time. And then in just a matter of seconds, their heads exploded because of too much air pressure in their brain. Lust seductively wrapped her arms around Raphael's shoulders. Her body started emitting strong scent that could arouse men or even create illuasions.

Day three and Galene still didn't have a tail or resemble a fish. Feeling miserable, she wrapped her arms around her waist and admired her sister's grace. In daylight, Miro's tail was a sight to behold. Massive windows lined one side of the building, revealing a panoramic view of Beverly Hills. City lights provided an impressive backdrop for an elegant predator with a gleaming iridescent fishtail who propelled smoothly through the shallow salted waters.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.