Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

His eyes glow a strange gray as he pulls back and lets me admire his gray wings; majestic and unearthly. Caleb howls and I see him jumping and avoiding the animals; wild cats, deers, and rabbits run from different points cross paths with my loved one and my friends. The Angel lands down between them and spreads his arms wide; his wings with them as well. The animals start to slow down and in a matter of seconds, they seem to wake up from a nightmare; looking around, lost. Then they start to spread to random places and dissipate quickly. What was that? What drove them to that state?

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 slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin. "Fly, Bella. Keep striving to unfurl your wings. They are nearly free. They are exquisite - a deep cerulean and purple with intricate gold patterns. They are tailor-made for you. The wings of a queen," she praised, though I could hardly register her words amidst the excruciating torment I was enduring. My back arched and then dropped as a sob escaped my lips. Ara knelt beside me, gently massaging my back in an attempt to coax my wings to emerge.

And Reyes stayed there, jaw clenched, already calculating what came next. Up on the roof, Red leaned against the rusted ledge, cigarette dangling from his lips, the city stretching out around him in quiet, gritty darkness. The thrum of the club below pulsed faintly through the steel under his boots—bass, muffled voices, the hum of secrets. Then he heard something. Below him, near the back alley. He stepped forward, shadows slipping over his face, and looked down. Raven. Talking to someone. He narrowed his eyes.

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

The underground bunker, hidden from satellites and maps alike. “This is it,” he said as he shut off the engine. “From here, we shift.” They moved with practiced ease. Thick winter coats were exchanged for lighter base layers better suited for shifting. Bags were re-packed, fastened tight so they could be carried by their wolves. Celeste stood at the edge of the vehicle, her breath visible in the icy air. The snow was coming down harder now, thick and fast, sticking to lashes and hair within seconds. The cold crept through her clothes, but the anticipation warmed her blood.

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.

Alex's arms were warm. Warm, steady, grounded — like a heartbeat that refused to waver, even as mine tripped over itself with every step he took. I clung to him, not that I had much choice. My tail was long and heavy, still slick from the stream, dragging behind us and leaving a wet trail through the underbrush. I hated how useless I felt out of water — the elegant drape it had underwater, floating like wings around me, was gone. Out here it just lay flat and damp against Alex's arm, lifeless.

"A single wing. I remember thinking it was strange because it wasn't the Vale family crest. Wraithmoor has always used two." The wind moved through the trees. For a few seconds, that was the only sound. Then, somewhere far away, faint enough that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it, I heard the helicopter again. Not returning. Just distant. Fading. Carrying Mara farther away from us with every second we stood there talking about embroidery instead of moving. "One wing," Sienna repeated. Something shifted behind her eyes. I could almost see the pieces connecting. "A single wing." Her voice had gone quiet. Focused. The grief was still there, but it was changing shape. Hardening into some

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer