Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

Behind her, the rhythmic clang of hammer on steel faded, but the blacksmith's words lingered—"Without temper, it breaks." She paused, her gaze drifting to the sprawling city below. Towers of obsidian and silver pierced the sky, their balconies and bridges alive with winged figures gliding between them. From up here, the streets were near-invisible, just thin veins of shadow and mist, below and between the grandeur of nobles. Yet... all the way down there, unseen, moved those called the Wingless. They tended creatures called horses and reared them. Drove their carts heaped with ores, dug from mines manned with the wingless and overseen by the winged. They manned the ground-gates and paths, tu

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.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

I see the scatter of people below fall to their knees in submission. He lowers his head and I see his wings begin to shrink, the scales down his back glittering magnificently, and I watch as his wings retract into his back and the large gashes where his wings once were close up. His scales disappear, simply leaving the imprint that is usually there.

You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

She looked at us in disbelief she was about to speak when I felt a strong force that made me shiver. We looked at each other, seems like we’ve all felt it. “What’s that?” Orlene asked us. We both shook our heads. Then, as if a meteor landed upon us. My jaw dropped as I watch how a hole appeared in their roof. What the actual hell. I looked at Niara’s priceless face. She’s as shocked as me. Hell! That person destroyed their roof! We looked at the person who covered itself from its birdlike wings. Slowly, its wings fluttered and it revealed a man who is white as snow. His curly grey hair flowed down to his shoulders. He’s wearing a Barong Tagalog. Also, white sparks surrounded him.

His eyes softened as he rubbed the top of her hand slowly. She nodded and he smiled. Wilhelm stepped down to the middle of the large room. Half of the room was made of glass and it was on the top floor. One could get a view of the city at any point they stood in the room. Wilhelm cleared his throat and maintained a stern unreadable expression. Even at this point, Destiny couldn't stop checking him out. "Ladies and gentlemen..." Then her heart dropped deep inside her stomach. It's now or never. She sat properly in serious focus. . . .

Once the elevator stopped, Desiree sighed in relief, but it was short-lived as she heard him call her. "Follow me." Without uttering another word, Desiree followed Elijah into the hallway. Just like yesterday, a pin drop silence prevailed on Elijah's arrival. He walked past everyone, radiating the aura of confidence and self-assurance, commanding their respect and attention. Unknowingly, Desiree's eyes settled on his back. His dark hair was slicked back with perfection. His well-built muscles strained against the white long sleeves, appearing incredibly firm to the touch. Finally, her eyes rested on his calloused hands, the size of which matched his face.