Novel & Cerita Show Me Angel Wings

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

“You have crumbled my wing!” Angela stood up from the thing and helped it up. “I am sorry I did not mean to hurt you but…” Angela got cut from her words when she raised her head and looked at all the winged beings in her front. There were dozens of them. She did not believe what she was seeing. “What the…” she asked herself taking her eyes from one-winged being to another. They were beautiful but strange. They had different weird-looking hairstyles, clothes, colors of eyes, skin, and hair…everything was weird about them but the butterfly wings they had on their body was what really wowed her.

Demark and Smithson both shift, and I am about to when I feel hands under my arms lifting me in the air. It's the Angel, he lifts me up and I shudder as I feel dizzy. "Do not panic, I will leave you here in the trees and help with the animals." He says to me as he takes me close to the strongest branches of a tree. I hold on to them tightly and turn to look at him. His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly.

"Will see each other often at the real sky soon. Tch!" "Yosh! I'll be waiting then." Menna watches as the Angel flies away, letting out another sigh and then displayed a smile. "I have guests. I will show you how fit I am to be with you."

He said with a smile. She could not stop staring at him, even though his words made no sense to her, she felt something within her, like a tingly sensation. It was at that moment she noticed her palms were still pressed against his bare chest. She slowly moved her left hand along the broad expanse of his shoulders, getting acquainted with the feel of his skin. Her hand moved down his chest, onto his abdomen and she felt the ridges and contours of his muscles. She moved her right hand along his chest and she felt his heart beating at an abnormally fast rate. She placed her hand against his chest, right on top of his beating heart and she looked up at his face. His head was against the sun, so

I forced my eyes opened, as it's four feathered wings flapped lazily, the thing so big, I was probably staring at only twenty-five percent of its body. It had a row of eight eyes, the center being the biggest one, and it was the only one that was opened, the other seven closed. "Be afraid, for I have orders to neutralize the beings that threaten Paradise." it said, no mouth moving. At this point, I had fallen on my back, staring up at this thing with wide eyes. I'd known of these angels existence, but they were only sent out when things were dire, or they felt like an enemy was too strong to be existing.

Rex’s POV The demons were becoming more and more than I expected. They weren't this much in the last world. " Try calling out to yours," I said looking at the Angel. He had rode on a unicorn. " I can't connect to her," He said in sadness as we fought. " Try your wings," Liam suggested. The angel had his wings, he had just made them invincible. The Angel brought out his wings and flipped them with an astonishing force, this energy flipped a million demons away. I was amazed by this power. This was one of the reasons angels were to be respected and honored, no clan was as powerful as they are.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

Azrael replied, not hiding it from him. Chamuel frowned upon hearing the name. he knew the couple’s background. “Did you not destroy her in the last battle?” Chamuel asked. “I did, even humiliated her by tearing off her single wings. But She appeared on Earth and is more powerful than you and I,” Azrael explained. “How is that possible? And stronger than you and I? Chamuel asked. “She is an eight-winged Angel. I saw them and felt them myself.” Azrael replied with a shudder.

And I love every second of it. Sin keeps his eyes on me, a hint of a smirk on his face as he sees my face morph in forbidden pleasure. He can't hold himself back anymore as he furiously pumps inside me. And then a beautiful thing happens. We both reach our high, the same time. But as he reaches his high, a faint shadow of wings spurt out of his back. Wings as large as his, is drawn on the walls behind Sin as he arches his back in pleasure. His wings aren't out, but the shadow erupts as if his black wings had sprung out of his back. The shadow grows with each moan he lets out, like they grow syllable by syllable, covering half of the room, and the tips reaching the ceiling. I am partly glad I