Viking Angel Wings Novels & Stories

Her eyes were red as she glared at him. “My husband, Nazzolini, fought for you for ten years, showing his loyalty. Yet, all for a woman, you killed him like he meant nothing.” Victor’s face twisted in pain, but he didn’t move as the spit slid down his cheek. He lowered his head and whispered an apology, “I’m sorry–” Chiara’s hand struck his face hard. “Sorry? To hell with your sorry!” Her anger exploded. She slapped him again and again, left and right, without stopping. At my signal, the bodyguards restrained his arms tightly, leaving him no way to dodge. This was what he deserved.

One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell. Only now could I truly take him in. His wings—those dark feathers—had been torn and frayed by the concrete when I carried him. The black edges were ragged, uneven. His thick hair was tangled, his shirt wrinkled and torn. Towering nearly two meters tall, he loomed over me, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the sky outside the window. His face was sharply defined, every line carved with strength and masculinity. He was terrifying—and yet, unbearably beautiful.

Angel was out of her mind while she’s staring at her older brother things. She doesn’t know what to do first, that’s why she’s just staring. She doesn’t know what to do first if she will cook for their dinner or she will help his brother packed his things. Still, packing her brother’s thing is the winner because they don’t have rice to be cooked. What a shame!

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

And will always be. —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I debated cancelling Angel's airplane ticket several times last night. I knew and recognized that she had finally realized the painful truth. The previous Ace Kingston wouldn't have cared, seeing it as an opportunity to increase the savagery. But the new Ace, George Brooks, questioned how he'd deal with her.

Vito and I exchange a glance. My breathing comes quick, lungs full of the smoke and spice scent of dragons. We can still run, but they will chase us. They can report us to the dragons of Caelum. I guess there isn’t a choice. Rising to my feet, I spread my wings wide and step on top of the dune. The woman stands there, hands crossed over her chest, her clothes and hair as dull and dirty as the dust around her. But her eyes are a sharp green that I can make out from here, contrasting against dark bronze skin, darker than mine. But like me, her hair is cut short, almost to her scalp. A scar cuts straight across her face, but I can’t tell whether it’s from a blade or a dragon’s talon. The excess

To fulfill this idea, she needs only one thing - to understand herself. Having probed her internal reserve, Ilyana discovered the same thing: her Strength returned by only a third. Pitiful crumbs of what she had previously disposed of. Why isn't her Strength restored? What happened on that fateful night on the damned peak? Ilyana asked herself this question every day. If she understands this, she will learn to control her wings. In the sky she will be beyond the reach of even the most powerful of vampires. Was she the only winged person in this world? Hardly. After all, in ancient books angels descending from heaven were mentioned more than once. And if they knew about them, then there must

Making my way around the lake, I walk up next to the rocks beside the waterfall, before taking a deep breath and beginning to climb my way up. "What the hell are you doing now, Temptress?" I hear Damien's displeased voice groaning from below me. "What does it look like? I'm climbing to the top." I retort, rolling my eyes as I reach up only for my hand to slip but I quickly catch myself by grabbing onto a different rock. "Why?" he yells in annoyance. "Because, if my wings decide not to come out on instinct, landing in water will hurt a lot less than the ground." I yell back down to him.

Darrow stepped forward, trying to intervene but Angel, snarled at him, and the other Were paused. "Angel, stop!" Xavier commanded but he ignored him, leapt and landed over Wulfrun. The other Were pushed him away and clawed his side. Angel grabbed him by the neck with one paw, not bothering to shield himself from the other alpha wolf’s attacks. He stabbed Wulfrun in the flank, grinding his claw in until the other Were howled aloud. He then pulled out his bloodied claws and raised them with the intent to tear out Wulfrun’s throat.

She pointed at the massive operating table in the lab, shouting excitedly, "Take a look! My masterpiece! Tyrant Angel!" "Tyrant Angel?" Jake followed her gesture, and his pupils constricted slightly. The Tyrant, once a hulking mass of a zombie, now looked even more grotesque and terrifying. Its back now bore a pair of massive, rotting flesh wings. Those wings had come from a Harpy captured earlier, the blood vessels still pulsing visibly, as if they'd fully fused into the Tyrant's body. "Grrr..." The Tyrant Angel let out a low growl, its wings suddenly spreading wide, kicking up a burst of wind — and it actually hovered in midair inside the cage!