Another Wings Novels & Stories

When he heard that I was willing to delete my Twitter post, he let out a sigh of relief and immediately began thanking me. "Jennifer, I knew you'd come through. Thank you for helping with this." After hanging up, I deleted the post, just as I had said I would. Soon, my assistant sent an update on the situation at the company. After seeing that I'd removed the post, Laurel had dropped the blade, and the two of them embraced, as if they were star-crossed lovers who had just survived a near-death experience. I scoffed as I watched the video, then started my car and drove straight to the airport.

When his eyes passed over Aria's designs, a flash of appreciation appeared. "The 'Wings' clothing design series is quite impressive. Black, white, and red are the main color scheme, with low-saturation gray tones serving as transitional elements. This series doesn't need to be worn by models to convey its essence. "The first design resembles a child's wings, predominantly white and light blue with warm tones for rendering. It clearly symbolizes something naive yet dreamlike, as the wings are imagined. All beauty is concentrated in this gown, which explains the somewhat excessive pleats in the skirt. In reality, this dress wouldn't be cumbersome to wear—it would retain a sense of innocence.

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

It was an official email from the higher-ups, telling me that all the necessary paperwork and formalities had been completed. The Yorkson Bears were probably just eager to quell the scandal surrounding me, Ian, and Katie. Besides, the Claston Hawks had given them a very good deal, so they quickly let me go. From now on, I was no longer a Left Wing player for the Yorkson Bears. I was a member of the Claston Hawks instead. The Yorkson cityscape rushed past the car window while I was on the way to the airport. This place held five years of my youth, blood, sweat, and tears. However, I realized that I didn't feel a thing now that I was leaving this place for good.

Her wings emerge slowly from her back, unfolding with painful elegance behind her in massive arcs of silver and midnight blue, each feather threaded with magic that catches the dim light filtering through the trees like living starlight. They are breathtaking. Not delicate. Not fragile. Powerful. Ancient. Different than before. Beautiful in a way that almost doesn’t seem real. And then I see the scars. Thin silver lines cut through sections of the wings, old injuries that healed badly, damage that should never have touched something so extraordinary. My chest tightens instantly. Someone hurt her. Repeatedly. Nyxara notices where my attention lands and instinctively shifts, trying to pull the

The glow is red meaning it is yet to be fulfilled. "The start of the end is approaching But it will end a lie. It must remain a lie" A voice spoke to his head with a deep masculine voice. He heard these words before but it had abruptly stopped so he didn't get to hear the rest. "The wings must spread across the world One will appear and disappear for a moment. Another will appear and disappear for an eternity. One is destined to fall if the other must fly" Cai Kang was confused. Wings? "The wings beats differently yet parallel

Jace carried her, and they flew with wings on Jace's huge back. Rain barely dared to open her eyes when the wind hit her body. She couldn't see Jace's face when she flew. She could only see the muscles and veins along the man's shoulders and neck. Rain could also see a pair of black wings spread wide across Jace's back, and runes adorned the entire surface of his skin.

Both of them were here. It couldn’t be. My eyes watered. In my final moments of life, of course, I’d think about my mates. Who else? Suddenly, Rambo dropped me. I coughed violently, inhaling large gulps of air to make up for the burning in my lungs. He stepped aside from me. And the twins approached. I watched them wolf out from my peripheral vision and return to their human state. It seems they didn’t fully wolf out. “Stay back!” Alpha Rambo screamed. He pulled an object out of his pocket and waved it at the twins. “Both of you!”

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle