Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

"Come on, Emma! We've got to buy groceries. Ms. Lourne from the market said if we go early, we can get a discount!" "How much of a discount?" I asked. "Ten bucks!" he exclaimed. 10 bucks? Ethan used to think I was embarrassing, but here was someone grabbing my hand, racing with me into the sunset, telling me to do my best later to win over the old folks at the market. I looked at Alex's profile, and he reminded me so much of a younger Ethan, so full of passion and energy. However, unlike the younger Ethan, Alex could sometimes be shy, sometimes even shed a tear. He was like a boy who cried but could still hold up the sky for someone when needed.

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

One wing stretched across the ruined earth. The other was bent beneath him. Not feathered. The wings looked like darkness given shape, filled with thousands of tiny moving lights. Astraea whispered, “Pretty.” “Stay here.” I lowered her from my shoulders and placed her beside Kate. “Absolutely not,” Kate said. “What?” “You aren’t walking down there alone.” “Yes, I am.” “No.” “Kate.” “Kazan.” I stared at her. She stared back. Ardan muttered, “This happens often?”

She exhaled lightly, her breath the only movement in the windless, oppressive day. “I know you aint no defect.” Parisa sought Yarrow’s eyes but the old woman had turned her listless stare to the world beyond, gazing at no particular point in the distant horizon. A hawk had appeared from the nothingness, slowly wheeling about her head in a languorous circle that cast her face in shadows of light and dark. “I aint ever said you a defect.” “I know that.”

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

They completed it. The wings arced outward and down, their lower feathers brushing close to the backs of her calves when they settled, not dragging on the floor but hovering just above it, heat shimmering where light nearly kissed stone. When she shifted her weight, the tips adjusted instinctively, spreading slightly wider, revealing their true breadth—each wing extending far beyond the width of her frame, broad enough that Cael could see their edges even from the front.

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.