Supernatural Castiel Wings Novels & Stories

A weapon not held since the days the first gods walked among mortal kind. He approached Cassiel first. “You took my life,” Elias said, “and twisted the story to make yourself the hero.” Cassiel didn’t move. “I would do it again,” he whispered. “Good,” Elias said. And drove the blade through his chest. There was no scream. Cassiel’s eyes widened—then emptied. His wings ignited behind him, curling inward as the feathers turned black, then dust. His celestial form cracked apart. And then—he was gone.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

The skeleton's wings are one of the signs. I'm, of course, different from Raff, who can produce devil wings with black feathers. I took out devil wings in the form of black skeletons. "Casey, that gun won't kill me!" I trembled to keep my body on the ground. If the wings were entirely out, I would no longer step on the ground, and my soul would be out of control. I smiled at Casey to reassure her before it was too late. "Remember our promise to protect each other?"

And he's not in his normal form. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. This must be his demon form, I realize. His skin glows faintly, and from his back are a pair of large wings. They are not angelic or bat-like. They are feathered obsidian wings streaked with glowing gold veins. They curl around him protectively. His claws are out, and his eyes swirl with black and gold. I inhale sharply, and he hears it. Kaziel lifts his head slowly... and freezes. My goodness, he's stunning. Like a dark angel.

At his call, more and more of them kept coming from all sides. Suddenly, Josiah opened his mouth and devoured all the tormented spirits that approached him. Then, his body underwent an unimaginable transformation once again. Behind his massive figure, a pair of faintly transparent wings emerged. These wings were enormous, far exceeding the size of his body. At the same time, a powerful aura of resentment emanated from the wings, making it difficult to gaze directly at them. "Adrian, let's kill him together!" Alfie said, "I'm going to use a powerful move. Coordinate with me using the Radiant Light Sword!"

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

the doctor asks. “Yeah, they crashed the truck so I could escape.” “Now why would the Council bring an angel to the Cage? That place is only supposed to be for uncontrollable shifters and weres,” he murmurs. “I don’t have any wings.” I frown a little at his immediate smirk. “Angels without wings are a rare and dangerous breed,” he drawls. “I was born with wings, the Council just took mine from me.” “They must be terrified of you. I’ve never heard of a child without wings.”

Perfect. "I haven't seen your wings in a while." I started, he raised an eyebrow. "You bought a lot of canvas and I need to fill them up with something. I think your wings are perfect, can you show me?" Perhaps I was too keen as his brow went higher than normal. "Please," I added. He chortled. "You don't have to beg, baby, I can show you my wings." My smile widened and I waited and watched as a pair of dark, black wings emerged from his back. Curiously, I got behind him and traced my hand on his feathers. They were dark and pretty, what a waste.

I spun around and found myself face-to-face with a giant wolf. Its fur was as dark as the moonless night, with an outer blue haze encasing its body. On its right foot, a white fur paw stood out against its obsidian coat. The amber eyes glowed against the darkness of its fur, locking into my indigo ones. For a passing moment, neither of us dared to move muscle. The creature's features began to shift. The wolf's snout elongated, reshaping into a human face. Fur receded, revealing smooth skin; before me stood a man. Not just any man, but the one whose persistence rubbed against my nerves at the bar tonight. Altair.

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.