All Chapters of Wings and Wicked Things: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain falling over the gothic spires of Prague was heavy, freezing, and thick with the stench of ozone and dark magic. Deep beneath the ancient city, within the flooded stone catacombs of the ruined cathedral, the air vibrated with a sickening, rhythmic chant. Crimson runes burned brightly against the damp stone, fed by the stolen blood essence of nine lost souls. Bound to a massive obsidian altar in the center of the cavern sat a young mortal girl, his eyes wide with utter terror as a masked cultist raised a serrated, obsidian blade above her chest. “Now!” Kaelen thundered. The massive subterranean doors shattered inward in a blinding explosion of white celestial fire and splintering wood. Kaelen moved like a storm incarnate. Blade drawn, his dark tunic giving way to gleaming silver armor, he swept through the cultist lines before the dark priests could even finish their spell. Heavenly light flared with every arc of his massive broadsword, sending shadowed figures crashi

The heavy, stifling silence that Malakor left behind felt far worse than his terrifying presence. The sulfur reek hung thick in the air, mixing with the damp, earthy chill of the abandoned shaft. Kaelen remained standing in front of them, a solitary titan of dark steel and white hot flame. The divine fire on his broadsword flickered with violent instability, casting sharp, chaotic shadows across the wet stone walls. His broad shoulders heaved with a low, controlled breath, every muscle in his towering frame locked in a state of absolute, explosive fury. Sera slumped against the cold rock wall, her legs completely giving out. She slid down until she was sitting in the dirt, her chest heaving as tears finally spilled over her lashes. He wants me. The words repeated in her head like a relentless drumbeat. Not just her blood to open a portal, but her. The demon wanted the tether. He wanted to strip her away from Kaelen, sever the divine bond, and leave her at the mercy of the Abys

The sensation of falling upward snapped in an instant. Sera stumbled, her boots slamming down onto solid, soft earth. She clutched her head, her stomach doing a violent flip as the blinding white light dissolved. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the cold mist, fluffy clouds, or floating golden bridges she had seen in Sunday school paintings. When she finally opened her eyes, her breath caught in her throat. There were no endless banks of soft white clouds. No glowing halos or cherubs playing harps. Instead, towering before them was a colossal, ancient gate forged from a dark, iridescent metal that shimmered with faint veins of liquid starlight. Surrounding the gate was an vast, untouched landscape that looked eerily like Earth—yet impossibly pristine. Rolling, emerald-green hills stretched as far as the eye could see, breaking into majestic, jagged mountain peaks that pierced a deep indigo sky filled with twin moons and swirling nebulas. Sera blinked, lookin

The trek back through the Oakhaven forest felt entirely different with Kaelen walking beside her. Where Sera had stumbled over roots and flinched at every snapping twig an hour ago, Kaelen moved like a phantom. His long, silent strides effortlessly cut through the dense underbrush. Even in his human disguise—the heavy charcoal trench coat and dark tunic—an aura of absolute power radiated from him, forcing the freezing mountain wind to yield around his broad shoulders. Sera practically had to power-walk to keep up with him, her lungs burning in the crisp night air. "So..." Sera rasped out, breaking the heavy silence between them. "Kaelen." The angel didn't turn his head. His storm-grey eyes remained locked on the dark treeline ahead, sharp and vigilant. "Speak, mortal." "How long are you bound to me?" she asked, clutching her backpack straps tightly. "If we stop the cult... if we save those other eleven girls... do you just vanish back up to Heaven?" Kaelen paused briefly

The daylight faded into a dismal, heavy grey outside Lila’s windows as hours bled into one another. The apartment was practically buried in mountain ranges of old parchment, leather-bound grimoires, and brittle manuscripts.Sera sank back onto the worn velvet sofa, pressing the heels of her palms against her temples to massage away a thumping headache. Her eyes burned from reading Latin passages, obscure dialects, and terrifying medieval illustrations. Beside her, Lila was still glued to her desk, turning yellowed pages with a sharp, disciplined focus that never seemed to waver.Closing her eyes, Sera took a long, quiet breath, letting the steady hum of the rain outside ground her. After a few minutes, she forced herself to stand up. She walked over to Lila’s small kitchen nook and made two mugs of rich, hot chocolate, letting the sweet aroma cut through the thick smell of old paper and dried herbs.Sera set one mug near Lila’s elbow and took a seat across from her, wrapping her cold