Supernatural Castiel Wings Novels & Stories

Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword* As soon as Ezekeil chanted it, a hue silver light color appeared on his back that formed into a wings. Ezekeil floated in the air with a height of twenty feet. With the bend of its will, Ezekeil spread the wings in five meters distance. Then he bended it again in a thrust. The wings moved forward as it showered a very sharpened blade of wind. The Eangle wings shower struck all the serpentous as they turned to dust. Gramboiure and his accomplices was surprise. His Serpentous soldiers are gone in just a minute. Now only fourteen of them left, since Abel, the one who was

The bastard stepped closer and held my upper arms as he gazed at me. "You or your aunt would have been an ideal mate for me but you are not mine either," he sighed and the suite door opened suddenly. The scent of the advisor quickly filled the air and I turned to see Justin glaring daggers at the reaper with his hands still holding my arms. "Roll your shoulders and show him what you are," Atlas said firmly. My gut hurt but I did it. Rolling my shoulders a pair of black feathered wings unfurled and hung from my shoulders. I dropped to my knees full of disgust at myself when I heard Justin's gasp of shock behind me.

How pretty. The crest burned into Dean's chest over his heart. He screamed in pain. Power swirling around Dean. He was lifted off the ground and rose in the air. As his change took place, I made us visible to the others. Mine and his nakedness on display. Dean was in the air groaning in pain; wings sprouted from his shoulders. Wings of pure white dusted in silver. The magick place done, had gently lowered Dean back to the ground. Looking at his new wings, Gabriel walked over to Dean as he continued to check out his wings oblivious to anything going on around him. "Dean," Gabriel spoke to him. "you are the acting General until the true general is found." Dean seemed to be okay with that. "Her

His eyes gleamed, and for a brief moment, I felt like he was seeing right through me. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and almost playful, “your name, Castiel... it means more than you think.” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “More than ‘shield of God’?” I asked, a little skeptical. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. “Much more,” he said, his tone now shifting slightly. “It’s the name of an Archangel, one of the seven ever created by God. The ruler of Saturn, and imparter of divine guidance.”

I questioned how my mother could have loved this man. Before anyone else could say a word I saw a flash of white to my left. As I turned to see what the light was I noticed Ramiel and Azazel flying towards each other both sending flashes of power out of their hands towards each other. A glanced around, Damien and Gabe had both sprouted large pairs of wings. I had seen Damien sprout wings before they were large and black and looked like velvet; they were beautiful in their darkness. I had never seen Gabe with wings but his were equally impressive. They weren't quite as large as Damien’s but they were long and appeared to sparkle under the sunlight when he moved. I heard a snarl leave Damien’

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.

he raised his hand, blood and light merging, “…am its vessel.” His skin cracked; silver‑laced bone spines sprouted, forming blazing white wings. “I am Seraphim.” Above, the holy circle widened, and from its center a pair of colossal wings of light unfurled, covering half the city. --- Back with Evelyn. The ground shook. A beam of energy pierced the clouds and struck where she stood. Evelyn was hurled back, clutching Lucien to her chest. “Evelyn Cross.” Alaric’s voice boomed across the skypart angel, part demon.

Her beauty was a weapon - the kind that made you forget to be careful. Next to her loomed Kaelen Ironfang, the Alpha Werewolf Marshal. Massive, scarred, his amber eyes burned like furnaces - the best description of him. When he breathed, the air seemed to thicken with the scent of wet fur and aggression. Then Cassiel the Unyielding, the Archangel Arbiter. His golden wings were folded tight against his back, but even folded, they seemed to take up half the dais. His presence was scorching - like standing too close to the sun.

“Well, before that little bastard Mikhail stabbed me through the heart, I took a sip of this. I was dead for a little while, and then I was alive. The downside, though, is that my resurrection has an expiration date, and that’s where you come in.” He twists my hair and yanks my head back. “You see, little Cassia, I have some plans to get my immortality back. And for that, I need your wings.” I try to pull my hair from his grip, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he moves his face closer, his angry spittle splashing across my face. “So I’m going to make this easier for you. In exchange for your wings, I will let sweet Nevaeh and her baby live. However, if you don’t, I will rip her into littl

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.