Motorcycle With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

“Do not use His name on blasphemy.” Fuck. I remembered what I just said. “Okay, fine.” I sat down on the couch and surveyed my surroundings. I could see alcohol everywhere. I looked at Kairos who was beside me. "I was wondering, do you have wings?" "Why are you curious?" "Because this is the first time I've seen an angel," I answered sarcastically. "I want to know if you have wings just like what I've seen in movies." "We don't." "Really?" Well, that made sense. If he could already go anywhere through teleportation, wings would be useless.

One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell. Only now could I truly take him in. His wings—those dark feathers—had been torn and frayed by the concrete when I carried him. The black edges were ragged, uneven. His thick hair was tangled, his shirt wrinkled and torn. Towering nearly two meters tall, he loomed over me, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the sky outside the window. His face was sharply defined, every line carved with strength and masculinity. He was terrifying—and yet, unbearably beautiful.

The Maserati swerved like a wild beast out of control and slammed straight into the taxi. “Bang!” My forehead crashed hard into the seat in front of me. Warm liquid instantly flooded my vision. Through the haze of blood, I saw Victor carrying Sophia in his arms. His face was dark as he issued orders to his bodyguards. “That annoying fly has been following me, and now it has scared my little swan,” he sneered. “Go teach them a small lesson. Leave the car to me.” Without that, he carried Sophia into the bodyguards’ vehicle. The engine roared, and just like that, Victor sped away, leaving me behind in a mess of shattered glass and wreckage.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

“I’d actually be happy if you were escaping work for once, instead of drowning yourself in this case.” Reyes gave a faint smirk and headed for the door without another word. … The old glassworks loomed in the background, its cracked windows and rusted metal bones creaking in the wind. Weeds pushed through the cracked pavement, and seagulls circled lazily overhead. The place was dead quiet—forgotten by time and industry. Red stood near the edge of the lot, leaning against his matte-black motorcycle, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched Reyes’ car pull up and idle for a moment before the engine cut off.

the doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings. “My lord, please don’t, let the wizards handle it,” lord Aizenberg tried to stop the prince after realizing what his lord wanted to do. But before anyone could move the Black Knight jumps off into the air, with one quick swish of his powerful wings he was instantly rising through the sky. From below the prince looked like a shadow of the legendary beast said to have been the ancestors of their rulers. His dark energy emanated like a thick cloud of smoke as he soared through the heavens.

I recognized them as Angels. Even though they were far away, at their speed, they were able to catch up with us in less than ten minutes. Lucas was picking up speed, but the bike needed to be bigger and lighter compared to compact motorcycles. I should have left Lucas alone to focus on driving, but I was highly impatient inside. I want to know the situation right now. So I asked him, "What is the current situation? How long have I slept?" Lucas was still staring ahead and picking up speed, but he still replied, "You slept for more than ten hours. Half an hour ago, the Angel organization's signaling fireworks again shone in the sky. Then those motorbikes detected and caught up with us."

I think his name was Theo or something. His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see? Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.