Romans & histoires Broken Wings Book

He extended one toward my chest plate with a slow, deliberate smirk. "What business do you have in the vanguard sector, Brooks?" I demanded, my hand staying clear of the glass. Egan’s eyes crawled over my fitted titanium armor, his gaze lingering on the narrow cut of my waist and the proud set of my shoulders. He took a slow, agonizing sip of the dark fluid, his scent turning thick with aggressive alpha interest. "I find myself tracking your trajectory, Chika. A wolf of your exceptional caliber and lethal posture makes me wonder—why throw your lot in with a broken king like Lucien?"

“Too big. Too much.” Yet another orgasm fired through her. He felt every squeeze, every pull, every contraction along his cock. Her scream hit him like a drug. The bond flared so violently that he nearly saw nothing but white. His wings burst from his back again, ripping through the air in a storm of ash and sparks. They spread wide behind him, bracing against the stone as he used them for leverage, each thrust shaking the cross. Feathers smouldered at the tips, dropping to the floor like singed prayers that would never reach any god.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

Knox’s POV Friday night hit different. He grabbed his favorite wings fried hard and fries extra crispy, buffalo style and headed home. He dropped the bag on the coffee table, kicked off his shoes, and let the silence of his apartment wrap around him like an old hoodie, comfortable, but worn out. He turned on some jazz. Real, moody stuff. Horns wailing in the background like they knew exactly how he felt. Then he threw on some Sade. Yeah… that Sade. The kind of voice that could peel back a man’s soul and leave it shivering on the floor.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

We jump on him, pinning him down with all our weight in his wings. “I’m not dying! Not today!” He struggles against us but it’s useless. He is seething with rage as he speaks. “I begged for death but you are three hundred years too late!” He roars but it doesn’t seem like his words are directed at us. “They will know suffering!” The main bone connecting his wings to his back cracks. “Your children…” his eyes are glazed over, their gold is turning red. “They will know suffering!” He tugs with so much force that one wing detaches from his body.

As my feet reached the ground, he finally managed to ask me. “Why didn’t you use your wings?” he asked. I couldn’t really keep secrets from him. “My wings also vanished in the eternal unknown.” “What?! Impossible!” “It’s true. It’s not a big deal to me anymore.” “But your wings are a part of you…” “Yes, it’s a part of me that was lost forever, but what happened, happened. It’s my consequence, and I didn’t regret sacrificing my wings.” “If so, let me be your wings forever.”

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly.