Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

"That was the only thing Mum left me. It's her keepsake. Do you understand?" The room fell even quieter. Dead silence. "A keepsake? Why didn't you say so earlier? I don't want something that unlucky!" Nova suddenly yanked the pendant off her neck. As if it were trash, she slammed it onto the table. Crack! With a single strike, the ruby split cleanly down the middle into two pieces. In that instant, something inside me collapsed like a tidal wave, swallowing every shred of reason I had left. I rushed forward, grabbed Nova by the hair, and slammed her head down against the table. With my other hand, I shattered a wine glass and pointed the jagged edge toward her panicked face.

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”

he whispered, raw and low. “I’ve only ever imagined having children with one woman. And she’s standing in my arms right now.” Her breath left her in a shiver. Before she could respond— A howl ripped through the night. Loud. Violent. Too close. The music shattered. Wolves tensed. Soldiers reached for weapons. Kael’s grip locked around her. “Stay behind me.” *** The windows burst inward. Rogues — three, four, five — snarling, eyes feral, bodies twisted with infection.

Marina By the time I finish plating, my nerves are fried. I went with something simple — lemon herb pasta with grilled chicken — because simple is safe, right? Simple is honest. And also, simple doesn’t require me to accidentally blow up the spaceship kitchen. The voice from the speaker crackles back to life just as I’m wiping down the counter. “Bring the tray upstairs. Second floor. East wing. The office.” No please. No thank you. Just a command.

All I knew everything was happening so fast. I sat beside Marcus as Carla started the machine and offered a wet cloth, which was odd as my skin was already cold, but I didn't question anything. I watched as the needle touched my wrist, and I acknowledged the sting by closing my eyes for a second. Marcus had spoken many more words, but they were just floating in my head. I didn't even notice Carla had finished the first wing until someone pulled the machine away and told me I should take a breath. Only then did the rest of my muscles settle down in the chair.

Emily’s Point of View “The game has begun.” It has been a week since I set foot on the same soil that stole everything from me . In that time, I have remained hidden, carefully orchestrating every step like a master puppeteer pulling strings from the shadows . The ruined hospital, once a graveyard of my dreams, is now rising again brick by brick under my direction. The permits, the funding, the renovations… all handled discreetly under my foundation’s name, with no connection to my former identity. No one knows who is behind this sudden act of philanthropy, and that is exactly how I want it. Let the city speculate.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

"A chance to have a mother who isn't afraid. A chance to have a father who doesn't use his fists." "Mama... Ma..." Lina made a small, soft sound—a pre-verbal babble that sounded like a plea. Sari sobbed, a jagged sound that was drowned out by a crack of lightning. "Don't call me that. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just the woman saving your life." As she crossed the bridge toward the suburbs, the rain began to turn from a roar into a steady, rhythmic pulse. The city of Jakarta lay behind her, a glittering web of gold and shadows, and somewhere in that web, Budi was waking up, realizing his bird had flown.

She turned her attention back to the window. Outside, the night sky stretched endlessly across the horizon, dark and empty, just like the hollow feeling growing inside her chest. Several hours later... "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now preparing for landing. Please fasten your seatbelts and ensure your seats are in the upright position. Thank you." As the captain's announcement echoed through the cabin, every passenger buckled up. "So we're finally here," Yaya Jona muttered with a relieved smile. "Sixteen hours on a plane is enough to break anyone's back."