Black Wings Book Novels & Stories

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

I heard Nikki say sympathetically. “” Thank you Nikki. I really appreciate that. I don’t have anywhere else to go!” I replied trying to stifle a sob. I stood up and just watched as the embers of our pack house died down but still held an eerie glow against the dim light of dusk. The sky was painted in dark hues of orange, purple and black. When out of the corner of my eye, towards the tree line, I caught a glimpse of three wolves that I did not recognize, slinking back into the camoflauge of the trees eerily. One almost looked like he licked his lips at me as they disappeared out of sight. Then and there I made a solemn vow that someday I would avenge the deaths of my family no matter the co

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

I whisper. Gloria squeals and says, “You look like a fairy. I want to see you with your wings!” I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Please, Divina, I want to see too,” Bren says softly. "Okay," I say and let my wings out. “They're not blue anymore,” Bren says in shock. “No, when they grew back, they came back white,” I answer her. “What do you mean, when they grew back, Divina. What happened to you?” Bren says, her voice taking on a hard tone. “Alpha Drake cut them off me,” I say softly and close my eyes against the memory. Having my wings taken from me, was almost as bad as being rejected by Warrick. “That’s a story for another time,” I tell her, hoping she will drop it. “You’ve been

said Alice, looking at her. "Wings with two colors, this statue also has two different colors. Alice is right, I think the cover of this book was inspired by the carving of these wings!" mumbled Xander who had just realized the book they had read. But he didn't read the whole thing, only parts of it. "Then, do you think that the author of that book is also from this house?" Tristan mumbled who had glimpsed the blood-red cover of the book they had read last night.

“I love you no matter what. Show me your wings, aubade.” I changed to my demon form, bringing my wings out last. Aria froze. Confusion, concern, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re Reggie?” “What? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Those are Reggie’s wings!” “No. Reggie’s wings are white. Mine are black. These are my wings.” I insisted. She pointed accusingly at one of my wings. “That feather. The bent one. In the exact same spot as the bent feather on Reggie’s wings! I studied her wings every time I saw them. That one feather bothered me. They may be a different color, but those are Reggie’s wings!” She growled.

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. ____

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Twenty Two She spun around quickly and was brought up short in both shock and sheer horror. The white haired beautiful woman . Zara could recognized from earlier, but everything about her this time gaze off chilling vibes in intense ooze. And a huge horrific clasp of....... wings? She had never known it existed. They were massive , strong and dark in colour , a clear contrast to her almost white hair which seemed to float in the surrounding air.

I shout, clapping my hands together. I faze with a puff of violet fog. Shifting my body, I face Flavius, extending my wing. "Hurry, climb on," I instruct him. Flavius hurries onto my back, making his way to my head. Once he is comfortably seated, I leap out my window and take off into the sky. A warm breeze brushes over me as I begin my journey.