Angel Wings Shoulder Blades Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

Demark and Smithson both shift, and I am about to when I feel hands under my arms lifting me in the air. It's the Angel, he lifts me up and I shudder as I feel dizzy. "Do not panic, I will leave you here in the trees and help with the animals." He says to me as he takes me close to the strongest branches of a tree. I hold on to them tightly and turn to look at him. His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly.

“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.

Angel straightened his shoulders, parted his legs and hunched slightly, ready for a fight. About six Weres leapt, and four others rushed at him at full speed. Angel waited till when they were about four feet away thinking to fully shift but then he perceived Antonio Rufus and Mathew in the vicinity and then Nadia! Taking a deep breath, he half-shifted then, snarled loudly, and jumped. Gripping the jugular of one, he threw it away to his right, wrapped his strong arm around another to use him as a shield and apologized mentally when the Were whined.

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.

He wore a crimson red robe that I think serves no purpose but he did look so damn cool with it as if he is really in authority and has the power to control the situation. His wings are equipped with titanium blades with magical spells on them. The spell appears to be a demon-cleansing spell similar to the spell that was engraved on all of their weapons. Weak types of demons are vulnerable to this kind of weapon. They don't have enough power to deflect the effect of the spells. He also has a gold-plated helmet that seems to have a protective shield to protect him from mind-reader witches and demons who can control thoughts. The leader of the angel soldiers walks in our direction while the res

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 24) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️His Punishment ❤️❤️ Paul’s chin-length black hair with a single white stripe running through it had it slicked back over his head. The Archangel’s eyes were liquid silver, swirling and emotionless. Paul had sharp, chiseled features and a labaster skin. Paul emerged from the portal in all his magnificent, deadly glory, the portal closes behind him. He was wearing black steel armor from head to toe with silver. His black wings were out stretched behind him impressively. A large broad sword was strapped to his side.

it was a skintight armored bodysuit one of the newest designs worn by the host hunters, this one was designed for female angelic warriors, who were slim of frame and putting it on even with the armor plating, it still outlined every full curve of her body her breast thighs hips everything was on shameless display she looked indecently sexy in it when she shouldn't, there was nothing to be done about that she put on her armored combat boots and black leather duster coat she had customized it herself to carry her swords today would be the first time the host would seeing her angelic scimitar blades, the beautiful black and silver curved blades marked with angelic symbols that would activate un

How can I look at that angelic face and not imagine our unborn babies She gives me much more than dreams. She makes them come alive without even trying. She just needs to see me for who I am and also learn to accept and love me like she should. No man will love and appreciate her like I would. She just needed to see it. She just have to see it. I was pulled out from my thought by her raised voice. She seem pissed! "And why not?" I can only imagine both her hands resting against her waist at this point. "Well_because he has that look in his eyes whenever he smiles at you and trust me, I feel like strangling him each time he flashes it at you like a lunatic"