Supernatural Wings Novels & Stories

" It's for the best Talon, we...we need you to... cooperate so that we can do this once and for all, don't worry because with time your wings will get back together, it would be rightfully yours and you would be able to fly with it..." " But I already have this one, Mami told me that if I keep on trying and keep working hard then I would be able to fly with it, the wings are just growing out and that's why I can't fly with them, right?" Poor Talon was already tearing out. Queen Hannah felt pity on the poor boy, it was hard taking something so precious to him. Every child born a vampire would always dream of having their wings someday, it gave them extra abilities after they had received thei

"You- You're a demon...You're supposed to be extinct!" "HAHA yea.. seems I'm wanted dead for multiple reasons." Chris said with a toothy grin. "Here - I - Come -HALBERT!" The black mist almost instantly was sucked back into Christopher, his body was wrapped in the black flames that soon formed into wings as dark as night itself. Christopher's face half covered, the black wings of shadow, and glowing eyes with smile to be feared almost looked as if someone was being welcomed by the devil himself. "Everyone get back!" Alexis yelled.

Her steps faltered from time to time, but she kept walking. 'You’re doing amazing, Angel… You’re so beautiful…' 'There’s more to me than the white wolf you see. Do you want to see the other side of us?' 'Yes!' 'Will for your wings to come out.' 'What? You have wings?' 'Just do it!' My eyes widened as I conditioned myself to let my wings out. Angel has wings? This will be amazing! Soon, I felt something sprout from Angel’s back, and something flapped behind us before my wings cocooned Angel’s body, giving me a glimpse of her white wings.

“Time to see the Council.” Alex nods but doesn’t say a word. However, his eyes reflect his misery as he waits for me to open the door. Councilmember Corbin James, Gadriel Saint, and Lukan Garron are standing on our front porch. The men look grim and austere as they gaze upon us. “Mikhail Cross, on behalf of the Supernatural Council, you are being remanded under the charge of murdering the human boy, Travis Gentry. Please step forward and release your wings.” I step forward and release my wings with flutter as each man takes a position to restrain them. Gadriel stands behind me and places a chain around my wings with a click. The chain is spelled to keep supernatural beings with wings grounde

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.”

It stretched far and wide and this time it was spinning. Stephanie got her wings and launched towards her. Danny knew if she let go, no one would survive that. The cloud had stop birthing creatures and the butterflies had dispersed. Every soldier had stopped fighting to look at their demise above them. This was time to Supernatural up, and do what she had to do. What she had trained to do. She belonged here. And she would end this. Ronnie got close on her bird and it shrieked distracting Tresicta.

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.

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

“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.

Then— Wings. White, blinding, magnificent wings burst from my back, unfurling into the night air. The crowd gasped as if heaven itself had fallen before their eyes. Selene howled inside me. “Yes! Tear it apart!” I launched into the sky, wings cutting through the air like blades. The vampire’s eyes locked with mine, its fangs glistening as it hissed. It lunged and sank its teeth into my shoulder. I groaned in pain, but before I could falter, the wound sealed itself shut. The healing—instant, unstoppable.