Castiel Supernatural Wings Novels & Stories

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

"Xavier, I am giving myself to you willingly. You are mine and I am yours." He stared at her in shock until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped her up in his arms and manuevered them into sitting position and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders he grabbed her waist and guided her down on top of him. She shuddered with pleasure as their bodies joined together. Their kisses grew more demanding as his thrusts became faster and harder. Neither of them were aware of their surroundings as they were enveloped in their passion, until she opened her eyes and saw wings wrapping around them. When she looked at Xavier she noticed that his eyes were like obsidian but

he stretched out his wings and curled his tail close to him as he came to rest in a meditating position. Kasey, glancing back, froze at the sight in front of her. He was beautiful, his wings slightly stretched, catching the light and making his appearance seem godly. She must have muttered something in her trance when his fierce eyes suddenly met hers, seeming to glare and question her. She looked away, beginning the long routine again, letting her eyes occasionally wander back to the young boy that seemed to be a god. What was his story? Why is he here?

the devil said while still fighting Celea Celeas back started bleeding again, after seeing her father wings it was obvious that she was also growing a pair of wings and it was very painful, Celea coughed up blood damn it of all times you decided to come out now is what she was thinking *growl* a very loud growl came out of Claus after seeing Zela hurt he ran like crazy towards her and started whining like a hurt dog after seeing her condition up close he than shifted back into his human form and carried her braid style " BRING ME A FAIRY NOW!" a witch then came towards the two " We better teleport to one, it will be faster" and the three of them teleported to the fairy camp to heal Zela

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Splinter's short life with me flashed before my eyes as I kept screaming in terror. And then something amazing happened. Tyce stopped and backed away, transforming back into his human form. "I didn't kill him!" he exclaimed. "Oh my goddess!" I cheered. "Oh my goddess, Tyce! You did it!" He let out a breath. "I couldn't do it. When you screamed like that, I couldn't go through with it. It killed me too much to make you suffer like that." I threw my arms around him. "Tyce, I'm so proud of you. You're not one hundred percent there, but you're so close. Just give it a few more months, and you'll be cured I bet."

I say, throwing my hands up in frustration; you'd think I'd be desensitized to this topic by now. "You can command the angel armies," Aylin says as if that's all the answer I need. I give her a bored look, and she sighs. "Vampires and angels conspired a couple months after your birth; that was how vampires made it to the underworld, to my castle. Silas and Jeremiel made a deal. Jeremiel wanted Father's head mounted on his wall, so he lent parts of his army to Silas after Silas promised his death in return for the use of a portion of Jeremiel's armies." she pauses for a moment, making sure we're all following along.

I reluctantly nodded, giving up then started walking on the alley towards the car only to be suddenly stopped in my tracks when I suddenly heard him ask, “Wait, where are you going?” I quickly spun around, staring at him, visibly confused as I replied unsure, “To the car?” He lightly chuckled, making me stare at him even more confused before he finally said, “Yeah...um, actually, we are not going to take the cars. We’re going to use the faster, easier way.” Just as he'd finished that sentence, he quickly shrugged his dress coat off of his shoulders, large ebony wings slowly sprouting from behind his back, making me stare at them in awe for a moment as this was the first time I was actually s

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The tires of the sleek black car barely made a sound as they rolled up the long driveway of the Mikaelson Mansion. The moment the car came to a stop, Castiel pushed open the door, stepping out with sharp, deliberate movements. His jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides, his entire frame carrying the tension of someone barely holding back a storm.

He winks at me and raises his hands in the air. -Azael, my God, come down from there- I say, getting up a bit- You're going to fall. The frightened waiter comes running to our table and also asks him to get off. Everybody is watching us. -Hey! - shouts Azael, shaking his hands in the air.