Supernatural Angels Wings Novels & Stories

When I was almost upon it, the creature's face turned, twisted, that awful smile lighting up its molten features, and it rose almost to its feet, its wings opening up fully, the golden hue of its feathers dazzling my eyes. I blinked away the glaring light, but refused to stop, holding out my arms. Beneath my skin the blue veins were glowing, growing brighter with each step closer that I took, and then when the Power was just a few metres away, it burned the brightest of all, the heat erupting from my hands. The fireball hit the Angel's wings with so much force that it was flung backwards where it rolled, desperately trying to extinguish the flames. These were no ordinary flames though and I

but it was so bright they were completely silhouetted the only thing they knew was that this person was an angel as wings were outlined against the light when the light faded Kyra stood there two pairs of wings unfurled from her back one pair was a beautiful white the other pair shining gold her hair danced around her head as if blown by the wind and the silver flecks of her green eyes now ringed her irises and glowed vibrantly two curved scimitar swords were blazing with golden angels fire in her hands and she was dressed in her black battle suit and coat with fully armored boots and a full chest and back plate covered her torso on her chest plate was shining a new sigil that marked her as

“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.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

"They are just... sensitive." "Sensitive?" I let my hands return to my lap. "Angel wings are the most precious thing in the world to them. They protect them at all costs. An angel who loses his wings is condemned to hell. It's the same with demons." "What does it feel like?" I asked and saw a smirk on his face.

Olivia thought resting her head on Ethan's shoulder "What is going on exactly? Who is this Martin guy? If he is that rich and powerful, how come I never heard of him?" Andrews thought grinding his teeth as he focused his gaze on the road with a frown. "God, thank you for bringing Olivia back safely but I have one problem though. I only asked you to keep Olivia safe and help us find her. I don't recall asking you to bring my demon from the past," Mr Carter thought. "So I have one question for you God; Why did you bring back the demon? You didn't even ask my opinion. What was that?" Mr Carter thought annoyed.

“Oh Michael, I’m the farthest thing from sickened a person can be. You’re an angel, for heaven’s sake! You’re supposed to have wings. Where are you getting this crazy notion that you’re an abomination and that I’d be sickened by them?” “I learned early in my immortal life that showing my wings unfortunately never produces the desired effect of awe and peace in you humans. In the past, they’ve left the women who supposedly loved me shocked and repulsed. I never showed them to Beth. She never knew I was an angel.” Emma stroked his wings again ever so gently. He turned around, in all of his naked glory, and saw fire smoldering from deep behind her eyes. Because of their threaded connection, he

Warning: Too much PDA ahead. Please if you don't like reading flirtatious scenes, just skip this chapter hahahaha! Good Night, Angels! Angela’s POV I was wearing a pink knitted top paired with a dark-washed jeans and snickers when I went to the airport to welcome Lucifer. He just went out of town but it seems like he went outside of the country already. I was just looking around, seeing people reunite with their loved ones after patiently waiting. Some are crying because of happiness, and some are because of sadness.