Novel & Cerita Supernatural Angels Wings

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

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.

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them. Mouth gasped for oxygen. His brain fired a flare. Sanity coming back. “Stop.” And to his shock—the bastard did. The air stilled. Heavy. Wet. Flammable. Then— “J-just… don't leave any marks on my neck please,” Angel begged, voice was hoarse. ‘Nope. Sanity has not returned yet, you idiot,’ he scolded himself. Another beat passed. “Really?” the devil-like bastard asked with a sigh of relief.

Her wolf seemed to enhance her angel powers and intensify her ability to use them. Lorna was relaxed against him, eyes closed. He enjoyed holding her and placing little kisses on the top of her head. He felt her wings vibrate slightly with the shiver that ran down her spine. Lorna was still working on controlling her wings at times when she was excited. What other supernaturals did not realize is an angel's wings have a mind of their own, and the angel must be in tune with them in order to control them. They sat feeling each other's love wrapped around them and happy to have survived Uranus' attempt to take over the Earth realm. Crael smiled as he noticed Demon trying to hide behind a tree a

Lucifer attacked them, again and again, until their bodies were filled with blood and they could barely stand. All of a sudden, the air was electric, as the sky grew dark and foreboding. Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated the horizon, and a figure began to take shape. The light intensified, and the figure grew more defined, until finally, an Angel stood before us. The Angel's wingspan was immense, with feathers that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight. Its body was tall and imposing, with skin that glowed like polished marble. The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars.

WAR ANGEL #4 : It’s Beelzebub ARCHANGEL #5 : So these guys are really serious with storming heaven’s gate with everything they’ve got ARCHANGEL #6 : Urghh…. Beelzebub was a tall figure with a slightly humane look save for say his head which carried two distinct horns, his hands which looked more like the hands of a monster with its scaly skin and long fingers with his legs sharing similar characteristics with his hands, his wings spanned a whooping fifty six by thirty two inches with it looking like those of a bat.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.