Another Wings Novels & Stories

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.

I already knew how this would play out. The rogue leader toyed with his silver blade, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Miss Collins, think your daddy will save you first, or that golden bastard daughter of his?" I stayed silent, just listening to the sounds outside the abandoned warehouse. My human hearing might be weaker than a wolf's, but I could still catch the distant rumble of approaching motorcycles. Sure enough, within minutes, the heavy iron doors exploded inward. Two figures burst through in perfect synchronization—Julian and Jasper, their wolves' fury making the air crackle with supernatural energy.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

YARA’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER… He was huge. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he laughed wickedly while ripping my wings off my back and I cried and begged him for mercy but he didn’t listen. All I heard was his loud laughter as he walked away with my wings into the darkness and I just laid there in the dark, helpless and powerless while watching his back until he vanished into thin air and I was alone.

I don't have anything to flaunt besides his natural arrogance. He looks hot in his suit, it emphasized his broad shoulders and muscular physique. I looked away again, jutting my lips sluggishly. "Well, thank you for reminding me what butterflies feel like," I kid and smiled vigorously. I stepped back and fixed some strands of hair on my shoulder to ease my heart. "Butterflies, huh?" His lips twitched up in a wicked grin. I rolled my eyes and was about to walk out when he suddenly faced me, gazes telling danger.

Light fell across the wing like a cold white flight path. At the door, he stopped and looked back. "Ava," he said softly. "I'm sorry." I held his gaze. "I heard you." The last light in Ethan's eyes went out. The door closed behind him, and the music in the hall grew clear again. Julian handed the demonstration terminal back to me. The next unconfirmed flight path waited on the screen. I lowered my gaze to the new route and set my finger down steadily. "Continue." On the projection screen, the formation rose again.

Having said that, they pushed me along and began leading me toward the stairs. Mom rushed after us, weeping as she clung to my hand. "You can't take him away! He just finished his exams and is supposed to start training as a pilot in September! He's going to attend Aeronautical Command University and fly planes! Please don't take him away!" I could feel my eyes welling up with tears the moment I saw Mom drop to her knees and plead before the police officers. I helped her to her feet and said, "You shouldn't do this, Mom. I need you to listen to me—I'm completely innocent.

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the