Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

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

A smile I couldn't resist. I sighed softly as I turned over. I turned my head to the side and let her pull my T-shirt off completely. She climbed back on my body, sitting just below my ass. I felt her fingers trace the two angel wings across my back. They were filled in black and had been done sharply. "They are beautiful," she breathed out softly. Her touch was slow and I really loved the feeling. "What does this say?" she asked as she ran her fingers across my lower back. The words there were written in Latin, and they were just under the wings.

"May the queen of demons be destined to reign alongside a heavenly being.” I moved my eyes to the apartment below, where I knew that Vraxlon was still sleeping, but when I turned my gaze to the man a few meters before me, he was already spreading his wings. Large wings to support the weight of the body, furled as white as the clouds on a clear summer day, with no space for the sun to reflect on its feathers. Celesi celestial wings. I was in shock, widening my eyes. "What are we destined for?” "I wish you a long and happy life, majesty..." he said in a clear farewell, this time bending down in a deep and legitimate reverence, before jumping to the heavens with a flap of wings. Leaving me behi

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

What had I expected from an Alpha who left me for dead twice in one moon? The packhouse throbbed with life. Laughter echoed off timber beams. Azure and gold banners hung from rafters—symbols of spring births. An oak arch framed the entrance, carved with words that stopped my breath: "Blessings Upon the Heir Luca Ashford." Not merely Lysandra 's pup-blessing. Tonight marked the second turning of our mating. The anniversary of when Leon marked me beneath the full moon. Not a single white iris—blooms I had planted myself—graced any corner.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose

It’s too much and yet not enough, leaving me hanging on the brink of ecstasy. Prince leans down, his chest flush against my back, and his lips brush my ear. “I want to hear you, Ghost,” he whispers, his voice soft but commanding. “Let it out.” His command shatters the last of my resistance. I turn my face from the pillow, letting out a long, guttural moan that seems to rise from the deepest part of me. Prince rewards my surrender with a particularly deep thrust, sending shockwaves through my body. I shudder violently beneath him, every nerve alight.