Viking Angel Wings Novels & Stories

The vision in front of Tony looked like—an ‘Angel’ had fallen from heaven—just to ruin him. To deliver justice or wrath, in silk and bruises. The ‘Angel’ stood tall. Trembling. Defiant. Desire. His royal blue robe hung loose from one shoulder. Barely clinging to the sharp edge of his collarbone. It was scandalous. Erotic. Obscene. A battlefield of a body on full display—thin, supple and graceful, with smooth porcelain skin that would bruise easily when grazed. Flawless, hairless—every inch was begging to be touched!

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.

Was I sober enough for a kiss– Something spread out suddenly, the sound of heavy gush of wind startled me but the sight right before my eyes was breathtaking. “Your wings,” I whispered barely above a whisper as I stared at the large wings sprouting from his back, spreading out and blocking the light. It casted a dim light around us, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. “W-Wow!” I breathed. “You're an angel.” “... Of lust,” he shrugged. “These are the wings of Lust. It's more or less my identity. A big part of it.”

She took a deep breath and before we knew it, wings came out of my mates back. We stayed silent waiting for an explanation. Some passed out from the reveal. “ I’m half angel, I still have a wolf but I got my mother’s angel powers. But last time an Alpha tried to take me as their mate. My wings came out in an attempt to escape and he sliced them before running” She shows all of us the parts of her missing wings. I ran up to her and hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her. I knew she was special the day I met her. But I never thought of this being the reason.

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.

So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight. LIAM WOOD I challenged Anna cause I wanted to see her fighting skills. But I didn't expect to be beaten up by her. She amazed me with her fighting skills. Teacher Austin was right; she's indeed good at fighting. I flew up into the sky and waited for her to do the same. I know she's Angel's daughter so she has wings too. But I was stunned by witnessing her wings. Her wings are not like angels' wings, she has jet-black wings,

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

Like three of him are talking at the same time. With a sickening crack, Azren snaps Haden's neck. The body crumples lifelessly to the ground. Azren doesn't even glance at it. He's already rushing to me, dropping to his knees and pulling me into his arms. My husband has wings. Oh my... Just when I thought this man can't be any hotter. "Angel... talk to me." His hands are frantic but gentle as he feels my forehead, checks my pupils, and scans my body for injuries. "What did you take? Tell me."

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the