Beneath The Wings Novels & Stories

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

"You don't know what you're asking for." "Then show me." The words hung in the air between us, dangerous and thrilling. Marcus's jaw clenched, and I watched him wage an internal war with himself. His hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to reach for me but wouldn't let himself. "Show you," he repeated, his voice low and rough. "You have no idea what showing you would mean. What I want to do to you." Heat flooded my body. "Tell me then." "Jake –"

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

“This is a club, you pussies! Just because the boss beat someone’s ass doesn’t mean the bar stopped serving drinks! Leave his mate be and get back to the fucking party! It’s Very Immortal Party night!” “What does she mean, getting rid of their wings?” I asked as we walked through the door to the hallway. “Judging by their appearance, neither of them are fully set into their immortality, which means they won’t be able to use their wings for a very long time, if ever again,” he told me in a cold voice that left me wondering if I knew him at all. Angelica…

After the day’s meal, Cain and Avi slipped away to the lake. Steam rose gently from the nearby hot spring, and the air shimmered with reflected light. The water was warm and inviting, the surface rippling under the breeze. They swam for a while, laughing softly, before settling on a blanket near the edge where the earth was dry and fragrant. Cain’s tone shifted as he turned to her. “You asked about your wings,” he said quietly. “Let me show you what they mean.” His hands moved carefully, tracing the visible lines where her Draynor wings lay dormant beneath the skin. His touch was slow, reverent, and somehow electric awakening nerves she hadn’t known existed.

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

Gasps erupted around the road. “What—” “No way—” My breath came in ragged bursts as I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Wings. Massive wings arched behind me, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. But they weren’t the shimmering white tones of angels. They were black. Not just dark. Black as midnight. I heard someone choke behind me. “That’s not possible,” one of the mages whispered. “She’s not—” “Those aren’t angel wings.”

After a few moments, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky, it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." I answered Nay Aurelia with a smile, but I felt like my body was going limp.