Supernatural Castiel Wings 소설 & 이야기

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The tires of the sleek black car barely made a sound as they rolled up the long driveway of the Mikaelson Mansion. The moment the car came to a stop, Castiel pushed open the door, stepping out with sharp, deliberate movements. His jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides, his entire frame carrying the tension of someone barely holding back a storm.

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."

An eternity of imprisonment. After a while, Aleister finally stands up and spreads his pure white wings. They beautifully cradle the sky with the pride of an angel. Cain glances up in daze. “You’re going?” “Yeah, duty calls. You should go back too. Don’t wander here too long, kid.” Aleister smiles flying towards the sky and vanishes. With that, Cain stands up and closes his eyes to let his mind wander into his human body. Suddenly, a burst of silver flame emerges at the sole of his feet before engulfing his entire body, and Cain vanishes under the cloak of fire.

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

Gabriel Castillo was an angel. She refused the urge to cower back and clenched the dirty fabric of her skirts in her fists. "What happened to your wings?" "I gave them up years ago. I had to." "Why? Was it for love?" He scoffed. "Humans always think romance has to be involved, don’t they? You’re right that it was for love. My Father gave me an order and I obeyed." She questioned in disbelief, "God made you fall from Heaven?" "I was happy to. Serving Him is my purpose."

"Xavier, I am giving myself to you willingly. You are mine and I am yours." He stared at her in shock until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped her up in his arms and manuevered them into sitting position and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders he grabbed her waist and guided her down on top of him. She shuddered with pleasure as their bodies joined together. Their kisses grew more demanding as his thrusts became faster and harder. Neither of them were aware of their surroundings as they were enveloped in their passion, until she opened her eyes and saw wings wrapping around them. When she looked at Xavier she noticed that his eyes were like obsidian but

I was sure that it wasn't Xavier. "I'm your angel. Elijah." I heard his voice and I felt the pain in my back becoming more intense than before. And a shrieking scream left my mouth and I felt something on my back. I looked at my side and saw Crimson-colored wings. It made me so shocked to the core that my head started to spin.

The blue is so light they're nearly white. A small smile tugs at Cassian’s lips when he sees his dad, but it quickly disappears when he looks past him and finds me. His lips parted as he quietly sucked a breath in. His wings quickly appear. Feathers that looked delicate and incredibly soft, but could become as hard as steel with a breath. They spanned out to each side, reaching past the ropes that connected to the swing, on each side of his shoulders. He's the definition of ethereal. If he's this beautiful, his sister must have been too, and I'm sure that's where my pretty little angel got her looks from.

His eyes look shocked. "What are you doing to me?" I use all my strength to push his chest away. Castiel just stares at his own fingers. "Your middle... it is too small." He does not even know what to say to me. He is a powerful prince of the Noble Moonborn Families. He has many beautiful Luna Court Maidens and top female wolves in his bed. But my waist is thinner than any girl he has ever seen. I am so small that his one big hand can almost go all the way around my bones.

The time had come for her to embrace her angelic heritage and unleash her true potential. With a deep breath, Claire closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by the ethereal energy of the forest. She opened her senses to the unseen forces around her, attuning herself to the ancient wisdom that resided within the very fabric of her being. As she connected with her angelic lineage, a radiant glow suffused her form. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, and her wings, invisible to mortal eyes, unfurled behind her, their majestic presence felt rather than seen. Zane gasped in awe, witnessing the ethereal transformation before him. He was in the presence of something extraordi