Novel & Cerita Wings Book

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

Maia said, licking her lips in anticipation. “Maia! You know what happens if I lose my wings.” Azrael shrieked. “Oh, I know all too well,” Maia said when eight beautiful white wings suddenly emerged behind her. “H____how is that possible? You’re only two wings from Michael!” Azrael exclaimed. “Am I now. How convenient. Tell me, Azrael. Did you ever think you would be in such a position when you pulled my wings all those years ago?” Maia asked as she had her wings retract.

this can’t be. Her eyes widened as she stared at mine. "Your eyes turned completely black for a moment," she said as she pointed at my eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and blinked a couple of times. I can feel her being uneasy. "Your black wings and black eyes symbolize evil, lady Geneva. Your pure white hair and pale skin symbolize your goodness." "Black wings?" I asked in confusion as I don’t have wings but she didn’t respond to my question. "We need to get your book before your powers grow stronger." Even if we get it, it might as well be useless. I don’t know how I can open the book. It’s almost indestructible!

RHEA The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

But she can’t give up now. She kept walking for too long with heavy steps and then she tried spreading out her wings. For a moment, she was thankful that her wings came out. Speckles of golden glitters from her wings were dancing along the gravity like waves of motion. Now the zigzag path ignites with the flames of her wings either horizontally, vertically, or in waves. Because of it, the unknown path slowly revealed the right way, but still so far to reach. She didn’t know how many hours or days she had been walking and with every agonizing step, her body was trembling and her legs were numb with pain. She could only grind her teeth while trying to accept the excruciating pain.

My heart and body rebels at the thought I make my way to the back of the building and release my wings. The good thing about demon wings is that they can also materialize over my clothes. Fallon gives me a hard glare when I land on the roof. The building is not very tall. But it’s tall enough to obscure us from spectators. Thankfully, it’s still dark outside.

“You’re right, I’m going to see her.” He gives me a wistful smile and salutes me with his drink. “Good luck.” Stepping out of the club, I make my way to my car. I can’t help but think about what I’m going to do. As I drive up to my hill, I take a couple of moments to contemplate my options. Even though Azazel’s advice is useful, I can’t help but feel trepidation build in my stomach. As if certain of what I should do, my wings strain for release. I don’t think as I unbutton my shirt and remove it. My wings expand behind my back, flexing and fluttering with relief. It’s been difficult to contain my wings lately. I guess if I had to describe it, I would say it feels like if you had your hands t

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.