Motorcycle With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

The tinted passenger window rolled down. Hanzo’s stormy grey eyes met mine across the short distance. His mouth moved—he was shouting something—but the wind stole every word. “This is on you,” I mouthed back. His eyes widened in pure horror. I wrenched the wheel hard to the side. The Mercedes smashed into the metal barrier at full speed. The force of the impact, combined with the velocity, launched the car into the air. Below me the river waited, dark and raging. I saw it clearly. And I smiled. The Angel had finally spread her wings and escaped the devil’s cage. I was free.

Only the sound of vibration echoed around the field. “Then I will give you something that I never showed to anyone either.” Angel said and his body bones began to make a cracking sound then the next thing that Mira knew, she was up in the sky. Angel managed to kick her up to the sky but not that high since he appeared behind her and gave his crescent kick.

His eyes roll didn't go unnotice. "I can't believe I made the bad boy pinky swear!" I laughed and stopped when he glared at me. "If I hear anyone talking about it, I'll run over you with my baby" he threatened motioning to his huge motorcycle. "Now hop on" he ordered. "It's huge! Help me" I asked and he rolled his eyes. "If only you saw my pen-" he started but I slapped my hand over his mouth. "Finish that sentence and I'll kick you" I said and watched as he chuckled against my hand. He wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me over the motorcycle and then hopped on it too.

"I don't give a fuck who you are. He's taken and this is your first and only warning!" "Angel there's no need to be rude." Rider warned. To say it pissed Angel off was an understatement. "Oh?" Angel smiled. "Hey Joker? I'd like a ride on your bike to the bar tonight for work. Seems the rules have changed about a bitch being on the back of a brother’s bike!" "What the fuck? You know that ain't true! You will not ride on anyone's bike but mine!" Rider roared. "What's good for you is good for me!" Angel retorted.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.

All of a sudden, being under the rain seems bearable. We walk down a few steps which is when I see it—his black sleek motorcycle. The design blends totally with the kind of man he is. It represents power, affluence and danger all at once. Although this is the second time I'll be getting on it, driving under the rain in the middle of the night on a motorcycle makes me feel like I'm the lead in a rom-com. “Do you trust me, Angel?” I stare down at our hands intertwined together, and I raise my head back up. Do I trust him?

I stormed out of there, I want to get this mission over with. I strode into my garage, the bright fluorescent lights casting a dull glow. My eyes locked onto the sleek, black motorcycle parked in the center of the room. It was a rare, customized model, designed for power and agility, and only top mercenaries could get their hands on a motorcycle like this. But, as it is, only I have this prototype. A hell of a masterpiece.

Angelo ordered, his tone icy. The car accelerated, weaving smoothly between other vehicles, but the motorcycles followed suit, matching our pace. My stomach twisted. “What’s happening?” I asked, my voice shaky. Angelo’s jaw tightened. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said, but his hand moved to his phone, typing a quick message. The car swerved again, and I grabbed the edge of my seat to steady myself. The motorcycles were relentless, their riders dressed in black helmets that hid their faces.

The police were yet to disclose the occupants of the vehicle. "Oh my God, that car looks extremely damaged," Camila commented standing to her feet as her hands flew to cover her mouth upon seeing the close look at the car which was damaged beyond recognition Mr Garcia and Jonathan walked in and joined the ladies to find out what was happening seeing Camila standing there with her hands covering her mouth "What happened?" asked Jonathan but before Camila could say anything Mr Garcia exclaimed and fetched his phone from his pocket and dialled a number bringing the phone to his ears.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.