Anime Wingman Novels & Stories

Angus flung an arm, launching the fully-grilled human heart hurtling through the air and struck the energy bolt, but with the human heart destroyed too. "ARGGG!" That drove Yan Wushuang into madness. In a manic streak of hysteria, he charged at Angus. Angus stared frostily at Yan Wushuang speeding towards him and slowly raised a hand. He fired another red jet of ray, blasting Yan Wushuang so forcefully that he vomited more blood. Angus chased after Yan Wushuang. "ARRGGGHH!" Yi Xiaosu's painful shriek tore through the air. Angus did not release his hand even as he sped after Yan Wushuang, ripping the utterly roasted right hand off his wrist with just his momentum and speed.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

Adult angels dress in certain colors based on their field, while all of us under 18 wear grey. I have a different uniform than the others but it’s still that dreadful grey: baggy pants, a fitted T-shirt, and an oversized hoodie. There’s no need to wear special clothes when you don’t have wings, I think with a defeated sigh. And of course the Council just had to make sure everyone knows I’m the only wingless Angel in the school. They just had to make sure I’d be spit on and ostracized for one simple difference. No need to protect me or keep me away from these assholes; who cares about the angel with no wings? I growl to myself when I spot a familiar blonde head.

Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. “Alpha Raven, it’s good to meet you,” Angel bows his head baring his neck making me nod while reaching out to shake his hand. “It is good to meet you, Angel. I hear you’re Alpha Osric’s brother and quite the warrior?” I question with a small smile as he firmly shakes my hand.

He’s a wolf rogue too and the man who aided Angel around the human population alongside his small family. Angel Reeves was the young wolf shifter who leave his old life and choose to be a rogue in the human dwellings. He was once thin but being hardworking his muscles grew fairly and making his build to be well-fit. But it cannot be seen easily once he started wearing decent clothing. He was not bad looking with raven messy hair and a slight beard since it was already five years ever since he left his old life, his old pack.

she asked. “A birdman?” the man parroted and raised a brow in confusion. He tilted his head and thinned his eyes, examining the girl’s playful aura. “Why do you say so, Little One?” “Because you have wings, ” she answered, giggling thereafter. The winged man smiled and then jumped down the tall wall to her front effortlessly. “Don’t compare me with your fat chickens, Little One. I am no birdman because I don’t have a beak. I am an angel — your guardian angel.”

Su Hui had now come to Yu Xiangyang's three people, she had just put the bag on the mechanical arm, is looking at the base construction. Suddenly heard Chu Xuning's breath, slightly sideways, gaze very accurately towards the master man's right arm. The man was close to the wheat-coloured upper arm, tattooed with the shape of an angel. Is a winged black angel with an exposed side face. A pure black color that is unusually conspicuous under light. The Black Angel also holds a death scythe in his hand. A very realistic image of a black angel. At a glance, I only felt cold in my heart.

Under parental supervision, of course, so even baby Ryū could participate. Reese got a peacock, or I guess that’s what it’s supposed to be. The body was made with Ryū’s foot, and all the feathers in vivid blues and greens were made with their fingers. While I got a phoenix? I don’t know, but it’s cute because it’s the same thing they did for Reese, but in red and orange. Akio and Saki were very proud of their color choices, while Hikari stressed that he had come up with the idea. Ryū just looked grumpy, or maybe he had gas. Hard to tell with him. “So I know we don’t often exchange gifts, but….” Reese grinned, gesturing for Don to bring something over.

Spitfire, on the other hand, looked like royalty. She sat perched on the edge of a lounge chair, wearing a floral collar around her neck, with white and yellow fabric flowers that Amaya insisted made her “look festive, not annoyed.” Spitfire looked deeply annoyed. But regal. Regal and displeased. Which, to be fair, was her default setting. I stood under the awning, half-watching the chaos unfold and half-trying not to cry into my plastic margarita cup. This was my family. Not the flawless sitcom kind. The real kind. Loud. Messy. Overprotective. Mine.