Castiel Supernatural Wings Novels & Stories

After some time when Pain was pulled down from his skin, two black wings appeared behind him. It was huge and majestic to look at. Gabriel bolt away like a light until he reached outside the place where he spread his wings in the sky. Gramson, Reth, and Jonathan moved their body, following his Grace who soared like a grandiose being after those witches. The three witches were horrified as soon as they turned back. They had no idea that this vampire had such huge wings. It was a big one for them to stand against. Concurrently, they were grateful for their quick thinking of leaving that place because without a big emphasis they would not be able to defeat this Vampire, instead, there was a fea

The sorcerers called it divine. Cassian sat at her bedside, eyes fixed on her stomach. “You’re going to meet him soon,” he said calmly. Cassie blinked. “Your brother?” Cassian nodded. “He doesn’t like the dark. He has wings of flame.” Bain entered then, dusted with ash from the lab. “Cassian… what did you just say?” “He’s coming,” the boy repeated. “And when he cries, the Hollow King will scream.” Cassie touched her stomach. A warm glow pulsed from within — not violent, but commanding. Protective.

He won’t let him kill his mate. Sabrina and the others tried to help Azrael, but they all flew away when Lucian released dark magic to attack them all in one swift movement. Only Azrael didn’t fly away because he used his angel power to dodge Lucian’s attack. He howled and cried out of pain on his back when suddenly something grew on his back. He roared and a pair of white wings appeared on his back. It’s his angel wings. His eyes glowed with flecks of gold and his aura changed. He roared and attacked Lucian again.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

Lilith froze, her hand closing around the stem of a lily as a figure materialized from the light itself. He was immense, a being of sculpted light and terrifying beauty. Seven magnificent wings the color of fresh-fallen snow unfolded from his back, each feather tipped with a faint, golden radiance. He wore armor of polished platinum that seemed fused to his torso, and his eyes held the chilling, ancient fire of a star. This was Cassiel, Archangel of the Eastern Gate, and his gaze was fixed on her. “Mortal,” his voice was not loud, but it vibrated in her bones, a resonant chord of divine power. “You trespass where your kind is forbidden.”

I questioned how my mother could have loved this man. Before anyone else could say a word I saw a flash of white to my left. As I turned to see what the light was I noticed Ramiel and Azazel flying towards each other both sending flashes of power out of their hands towards each other. A glanced around, Damien and Gabe had both sprouted large pairs of wings. I had seen Damien sprout wings before they were large and black and looked like velvet; they were beautiful in their darkness. I had never seen Gabe with wings but his were equally impressive. They weren't quite as large as Damien’s but they were long and appeared to sparkle under the sunlight when he moved. I heard a snarl leave Damien’

His eyes gleamed, and for a brief moment, I felt like he was seeing right through me. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and almost playful, “your name, Castiel... it means more than you think.” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “More than ‘shield of God’?” I asked, a little skeptical. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. “Much more,” he said, his tone now shifting slightly. “It’s the name of an Archangel, one of the seven ever created by God. The ruler of Saturn, and imparter of divine guidance.”

Elara cried as the roof above them began to peel away, torn off by the vacuum of the descending host. "You don't have to be an Arbiter," Vane said, landing in the attic beside her, his suit scorched and his breathing heavy. Malphas followed, his red eyes dimmed by exhaustion. "You just have to be the Paradox. Give them the one thing they can't control." The ceiling vanished completely. Standing in the air above them was Cassiel. He was no longer the polite man in the white suit. He was a giant of blinding radiance, six wings of fire spreading across the horizon.

This wasn’t something to hide. Cassian’s expression twisted. The shock on his face lasted only a second before anger replaced it. “Disgusting,” he spat. His gaze raked across the wings behind me. “Look at them.” His voice filled with open hatred. “Black.” The word sounded like an accusation. “Those aren’t angel wings.” He stepped closer, his eyes blazing. “They’re wrong.” His lip curled in disgust. “You’re a creature.” Lilliana recovered enough to point at me.

Trying to move whatever arm I could, I was able to bring it to my chest. Right below my neck, I stretched my fingers already covered in my blood, and managed to draw it. His calling card, his heavenly symbol that very few knew. It would connect with the soul inside me, and Michael would feel it. I had only tried it one other time, when it wasn't my death on the line. I prayed it worked this time as well. Within moments, I felt the presence of Heaven, he had come. I could hear Michael swear as he pushed a little energy in me to make my wings retract back in.