Romans & histoires Castiel Wings Supernatural

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

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?

Castiel smiled nostalgically, “and stealing some territories.” “One of them being from the late Kentin?” They exchanged defiant glances. “Exactly” Castiel licked his lips again, speaking slowly, with a subliminal message shining in his gaze. “Right, in your photos on social networks on your social networks, and now under my eyes, I can see tattoos. Is it a brand of your mafia, or just a taste?” “There's a mark, yes.” “Angel wings?” Hope pressed the pen in his hand when he realized he released an implicit statement from the photos he saw the day before. Castiel raised one of his eyebrows, tipping his head to the side, and Hope kept his gaze, pretending he wasn't intimidated by it. But she was

She frowned and blinked shaking her head she looked from one to the other, ‘What the fuck?’ Castiel grinned back at her, ‘It’s okay pretty little thing, you are not seeing double, there really are two of us. We are twins, and yes we are identical, we are a pair, two parts that together make a whole.’ He sank on the bed beside her kissing her shoulder, Tegan stiffened and moved away from him, ‘Don’t touch me.’

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

I woke up to the shining lights of the chandelier in the white-painted room, I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light in the room, there was the drip, the smell of disinfectant before my eyes lowered to the pale blue hospital I was wearing. " Princessa, you're awake," Todd's voice startled me as I turned to look at him. " How're you feeling," he asked. I gave no reply to his words and instead ignored his presence. " Esme," he called again to still no response. " I know what I did was wrong Esme, please princess, I'm sorry," and held my hand in his. It was impossible to still stay mad at him i couldn't imagine a man as powerful as him holding my hands at a hospital, apologizing.

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."

Cassie told the girls goodnight and went to join the guys up on the deck. "There you are," Nathan said as Cassie approached them. "Sorry I took so long I found out something interesting from Janice." Cassie said. "Oh, and what was that?" Nathan asked as he put his arms around Cassie as they stood by the railing of the ship. Norman and Jacob were standing a short distance away smoking cigars. "Susan is definitely a half blood, and Janice is a shape shifter wolf, your father knew this when he approved of us adopting her." Cassie told them.

“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

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.