Another Wings Novels & Stories

he asked, watching as the wings glared to life under his hands. "I mated Allen, but I regret nothing," Sebestian said as the power of the wings flowed into him. "I plead not guilty because I feel no guilt in taking him as my mate, he was made to be the other half of me as I was made for him" he gasped out, going out from wings. His eyes darted about as he heard the crowd start muttering. He recognised a lot of the unmated A-Class, the ones who had had to reject their mates, they were not happy with Jack!

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

She smiled at her dog before throwing the covers back. My indignation that she went from jerking me off to not went poof at the sight of her naked body as she got out of my bed. Hard to be angry when I’m looking at that ass. And holy shit, she has a tattoo I didn’t notice before. I mean, it’s on her back, so of course, I didn’t see it the first time I stripped her naked, and last night I was busy eating her pussy. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I commented, leaning across the bed to lightly touch the orange, black, red, and white butterfly where one wing became a cluster of small white flowers with bright yellow centers on her back over her spine.

Her feet almost tread on his as she trailed even closer behind, her nose once bumping into his back. Then they stepped out into a clearing, and the light of the distant stars lit up the area. They were near a cliff, Ariella could tell by the black void that greeted them a few feet away. Hanging back near the safety of the trees, she studied her mate for a moment. His silhouette was illuminated by the starlight, and she watched with parted lips as something glowed on his back, taking shape and forming wings. Wings of pale white colour, so faint they might have only been made of pure energy. So delicate and fragile, yet when they unfurled and stretched out, the large feathery shapes exuded pow

Lucian wanted to tell them that she tried reaching out but he wasn't ready for the questions that will follow, he also wasn't sure yet of how she could do that. "Her scent will lead me." With that his thick large wings sprouted out tearing entirely his tee as he flew out with heavy flaps. "Jesus, this is crazy! Is Lu out of his goddamn mind?" Theo was pacing the room, though carefully avoiding the pieces of the window glasses on the floor that shattered with just a flap of Lucian's wing. He was still trying to put himself together when he saw Ash standing on the window plane too. "You coming or not? I will be in the air when you make up your mind."

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

he ordered. "Why would I do that?" Rolling his yellow eyes he turned me around and lifted my t-shirt. Jerking away from him I asked what he thought he was doing. "Your wings have matured, you are now the second one of your kind. Your aunt Aira is the first," he asserted. Confused about why I even had stupid wings, my bottom lip trembled. "I don't want them nor do I want you here so please leave," I growled. The bastard stepped closer and held my upper arms as he gazed at me.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

“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