Blessed Black Wings Novels & Stories

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

And now, he couldn't hold it back. His wings opened—slowly, deliberately, and with their full weight. Like a beast that no longer wished to hide. There was no gentleness in them—these wings carried the weight of war, of sin, of ancient darkness. The massive black feathers unfurled from his back with a low rustle, casting shadows across the clearing. At their edges, faint streaks of red shimmered—like fire that had once been swallowed, but now burned anew. Rea watched him with wide eyes—caught between awe and something deeper. Something wordless. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and before she even realized it, her hand reached out. Slowly. Carefully. As though one wrong move would make h

“Only my mate would sass the gods and make it sound like war.” Then I flared my wings, a golden blaze lighting the sky as I leapt into the air—my wolf howling through me. “Hold on, Kyla Black. I don’t care if the world cursed you. You’re mine. And I’m coming.” Few hours later. The witches arrived before dawn.

His wings were turbulently struggling to free itself from its confinement and after a while, it broke free from the cage and chains, leaving the cage deformed. It found its way to Richard, knocking out two guards who were on its way. When it got to where he was, it flew to his back and also got covered in dark energy. He gasped as the wings became attached to him. The others watched in astonishment and little by little, the dark energy died down and they were all surprised to see Richard with his big black wings that emanated dark energy. *** Elias dragged Emily into Blake's room living room. It was simply luxurious and everything screamed royalty. Elias pushed her to her knees in front of B

"You- You're a demon...You're supposed to be extinct!" "HAHA yea.. seems I'm wanted dead for multiple reasons." Chris said with a toothy grin. "Here - I - Come -HALBERT!" The black mist almost instantly was sucked back into Christopher, his body was wrapped in the black flames that soon formed into wings as dark as night itself. Christopher's face half covered, the black wings of shadow, and glowing eyes with smile to be feared almost looked as if someone was being welcomed by the devil himself. "Everyone get back!" Alexis yelled.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

The particle separation and reunification ignited the next phase of my transformation. I can feel my muscles, bones, and fat reshaping into something more robust, leaner, and lethal. My fingers keep ripping out sharp, blade-like black claws, and my gums throb from the new fangs that have emerged. When I think it is over, my shoulder blades tear open, and enormous black angel wings thrust out. The feathers are a deep black, glistening in the portal's light. These large and imposing wings span wider than my entire body. They are immense, powerful, and coated in a thick, black liquid that shimmers in the light. Each wing is a work of art, with feathers that fade from black to the deepest shade

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

please don't do this. "oh, but I do have to I'm going to send a message to my friend stone ."thinking and imagining the the worst .I waited for the worst to happen but nothing. I let out a sigh of relief but I felt tears cascades down my cheek. I seen the silver of the his trusty scale glistening in the dim stairway . " now be a good girl and scream..because I will make you hurt ." After a few Swift flicks of his wrists. everything went black this time I embraced the sullen oblivion.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu