Angelic Tails Novels & Stories

He tried to use that as an excuse to look away, but the dragon girl in front wasn't giving him any chance to escape from her persistent gaze. "Miracle—" "I have to know, Hayden." He sighed for the tenth time, giving in at last. "It's a tail-shaped mark. Mynheex have it on the sole of their foot. But listen very carefully, they're very much stronger than before. We totally have no idea what they'll do to hide their marks." "What about fallen angels?" "Wings on their waist."

quietly into the darkness. He had heard of sensitive tails once, but mostly only in the animal world. People didn't have any more. Louis grinned slightly at the question and was only too happy to help the ignorant find an answer. “Well ... tails are sensitive. No matter in what way. If you tackle it properly, like you did recently, it can get you very excited. But there are more erogenous zones. That you want to provide information about something like that. I like that ~ ”was the reply, which made Godric swallow again. Even more? For heaven's sake! "How? I don't want anything wrong ... I didn't know he was so ... sensitive too. I didn't really think that ... well ... that just ..., oh dear

They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation. There were four of them. Four huge creatures, each with twelve wings of fire that burned so brightly it was difficult to look upon them. Their skin shone with coppery scales and their serpent tails, stretched long behind them, twisting and curling together as they flew, spinning a never-ending maelstrom around the empty Throne of the Angels.

she cooed, as he grew weaker and powerless, but also more aware of the true nature of the creature before him. The description of Angel of Temptation the club proprietor had used to announce her stage entrance was truly befitting, for she combined the celestial beauty of what's usually deemed as a vision of Heaven with the majestic and overflowing power of sin and Hell. For a brief fraction of a second, no more, no less, he saw the small pointy horns underneath her hair, the shadowed wings wide open in front of him and knew that the third hand was, in fact, a tail. Immediately, he knew what she was, though he couldn't remember the canonical designation of those of her kind. It started with a

Stepping back a little, she slid her fingers over my shoulders and slipped the robe off me and onto the floor. “Will you bring out your wings and tail for me, aubade?” She whispered. I let them out and felt shy in my natural form for the first time. Aria ran her fingers over the velvety flesh of my wings eliciting a small shuddering moan. She traced the top edge of my wings to where they connected to my back and slid her fingers down to caress my tail. “Angel, please. My tail’s sensitive.” I groaned. “You need to have it touched more then, my aubade. I’ll help you.” Aria purred as she stroked her hand down the length of my tail.

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

His lower region felt the same, but little did he know there was a beautiful tail waving beneath him. Alec touched another tail, the touch was electrifying, he had never felt someone's tail with so much power. The tail didn’t belong to his brother, Alec thought, so he dipped his head inside the water to be greeted with the most beautiful sight his eyes could ever behold. Alec brought back his head up, but this time he was no longer holding on to Daniel, so was Alex. They both had felt his electrifying and all-powerful tail. He was indeed a true royal, they didn’t deserve to stand at his side unless he allows them.

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

The second pair shone behind them like a holy afterimage. They were not fully physical, but spiritual—golden wings wrought from pure Awakened power, each beat sending streaks of light through the sky as though dawn itself had been torn into ribbons and fastened to his back. Even his tail had changed, lengthening and growing more heavily armored, ending in a bladed, radiant fin of black-and-gold scales sharp enough to split a mountainside. Everything about him was grander now. More regal. More ruinous. He looked like the answer to an ancient prayer and the punishment that followed it.

I said he did as told and I turned the camera facing Scarlet who was laying on the grass She screamed again and a white blinding light engulf her we all shielded our eyes from the scene and only looked when we heard a poof sound. "Wow!!" Lucas and Brea said at the same time as we looked at the real life Angel in awe He wings were as white as snow with her blonde hair looking golden swaying beautifully to the rhythm of the wind. Her clothes had completely changed to a silver gown that shined under the moonlight she looked perfect levitating!! "Wow I need a picture!!" Zane said.