Angelic Tails Novels & Stories

"Hello, Sariel." with a small nod, she acknowledged me. Tall and lean and perfectly sun-kissed regal elegance graced this angel. One of the deadliest of angels ever created a real predator. Dark straight hair is worn in a high ponytail. Peridot eyes that sparkled even at night, lined with long dark lashes, her perfect high cheekbones. A straight nose and rounded lips colored deep red. Her beauty drew you in, and like a black widow, she'll end while showing you love. Peridot wings dripped in emerald angel dust. One word described her, and she couldn't hide it or deny it. Lethal.

At the same time, his long, smooth tail—thick at the base with a slightly tapered tip—rubbed against her soaked entrance. “Open,” he commanded. Anna opened her mouth. He pushed his heavy cock past her lips while his tail slid deep into her pussy in one smooth thrust. She moaned around his shaft as the tail began fucking her—curling, stroking, stretching her walls perfectly. Azrael fucked her mouth slowly, savoring the wet heat, while his tail pumped in and out of her dripping cunt. “Such a perfect little vessel,” he groaned, horns catching the candlelight. Anna came hard around his tail, crying out around his cock. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time until sh

Aurelian did not react. He did not question. But he did not look away. A shift occurred. Not in the world below. Within him. Small. Almost unnoticeable. A delay. A moment where no command filled the space. Aurelian should have concluded the observation. He did not. He continued. A voice broke the stillness. Not from Earth. From Heaven. “Aurelian.” He turned instantly. An Archangel stood behind him. Its form was identical in perfection, yet its presence carried greater weight. Its wings extended further, its light more concentrated, its existence more defined by authority.

The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him. To deliver justice or wrath, in silk and bruises. The ‘Angel’ stood tall. Trembling. Defiant. Desire. His royal blue robe hung loose from one shoulder. Barely clinging to the sharp edge of his collarbone. It was scandalous. Erotic. Obscene. A battlefield of a body on full display—thin, supple and graceful, with smooth porcelain skin that would bruise easily when grazed. Flawless, hairless—every inch was begging to be touched!

“The Almighty won’t be happy to hear about this.” Jasmine shuddered out of fear. Of course, it would be just her luck she pissed off God of all things. The Angel’s presence was very intimidating and now life-changing as she knew that God was real and dark Angels carried out souls to heaven. This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once.

Also, there is a strange beauty to him that is inhuman, and the wings behind his back make me understand why people call these creatures angels. Feathered wings as dark as night, alluringly beautiful yet belonging to a creature so lethal and incredibly reckless, it's almost poetic they got wings. "Breakfast," His voice booms through the air, and I notice his eyes are the color of midnight. "I wonder what twins will taste like?" More tears drip down at the ground. I heard angels were large, but really? The twins look like toys in the angel's hand! "This is wrong!" I scream. "I know," Bailey hugs me to him. "Adam might look serene, but like every angel, he is a monster,"

she scoffs. “Sure, whatever makes you happy.” “Wait—what? What the hell are you talking about—I’m obviously beating you! You must be blind or something because the game is clearly in my favor!” She rattles off but I stay quiet. She moves one of her pieces and I sit back with a smirk. Gotcha. A sudden whistling sound has all eyes glued to the sky. Several dots appear above us, circling around each other as they dive. They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Those eyes seemed to shine from behind a tree just a few feet away. Asa had never seen red eyes and these appeared to be more than just intriguing. In a trance, he took steps towards it, only to stop midway when his hand couldn't make it further the transparent barrier. With both his hands resting over the obstruction, Asa smiled softly at the mysterious pair of eyes. The eyes blinked a few times before a figure emerged whom the dragon eyes belonged to. A young boy came out into the moonlight with jet black wings spread, making him look too good to be true. The angel mindlessly watched as the male took steps towards him. He stopped just a few steps away, causing the other to bang a fist in f

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--