Wings Maleficent Novels & Stories

However, it hovered mid-air for a while before he retracted it. He just looked at me with reddened eyes and said, "I was wrong, Claude. I was so horribly, horribly wrong in the past. This past month has been like hell for me. "Every time I closed my eyes, I would only see your bloodied hands. I really regret it. Won't you please forgive me just this once?" I took a step back, putting some distance between us. My voice was still as calm and collected as before. "We're over, Ian."

The time had come for her to embrace her angelic heritage and unleash her true potential. With a deep breath, Claire closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by the ethereal energy of the forest. She opened her senses to the unseen forces around her, attuning herself to the ancient wisdom that resided within the very fabric of her being. As she connected with her angelic lineage, a radiant glow suffused her form. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, and her wings, invisible to mortal eyes, unfurled behind her, their majestic presence felt rather than seen. Zane gasped in awe, witnessing the ethereal transformation before him. He was in the presence of something extraordi

“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.

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding. I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside. Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in. But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

Alive. The bigger male—the one who’d pulled us out of the inferno—was crouched beside her, removing his helmet. He had kind eyes. Broad shoulders. Mismatched gear that looked more melted than whole. I didn’t trust him. But Ofelia looked at him like he’d pulled her out of the ocean. “Spitfire okay?” I heard her rasp. “She’s pissed, but breathing,” the male—Zach—replied. Pissed? Try incandescent with rage, thank you.

Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab. “Woops! You sure are aggressive, woman!” Angelo twirled, finding the balance between his body and his wings as he made sure to fold his wings. The short curls that riddled his head swayed midair, covering his line of vision for a split second. Oops! I miss – or not. The reflection that Angelo glimpsed on the swamp’s murky waters was the image of Maleficent’s glowering emerald orbs – as if she won. On cue, the left wing which he forgot that existed struck his right shoulder from behind, earning Maleficent a grunt from Angelo.

" Melissa thought as she looked at the male body. Just the way she preferred it: sinewy, strong, graceful, hard to the touch. “Demons definitely know a lot about male beauty,” the girl’s mind confirmed, and he opened his wings… " Wings?!" Blue-black, wide in scope, powerful, capable of lifting the owner into the sky in a couple of strokes. The demon showed off, opened them to their full length, and the flames surrounding them flinched from the air current.

His eyes burned with an unholy fervor, an embodiment of his insatiable thirst for power. "Welcome, Ascendants," "Welcome, Ascendants," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I've been expecting you. How fitting that you've come to witness the culmination of my grand design." Amelia's voice rang out, filled with unwavering resolve. "Your twisted ambitions end here, Damien. The crystal will never serve your insidious purposes." Damien's laughter reverberated through the chamber, chilling the air. "Oh, my dear Ascendants, you still don't comprehend the magnitude of the power at my disposal. The crystal's energy will grant me dominion over all realms, and no force in existence can

He then tossed her to the wall roughly with one smack of his hand. "Spells don't work on me,Witch" He scoffed. With his bite her powers would be dampened temporarily for a day or two at least. He finally turned to Malcolm who readily pounced on him. The Alpha successfully clawed him,giving him beatings that made him bleed but Nicodemus healed up in an instant. He laughed mockingly as Malcolm came roaring with another punch but this time he held the Alpha's punch mid air. Only one blow from him sent the Alpha into the wall.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.