Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

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.

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”

Her wings emerge slowly from her back, unfolding with painful elegance behind her in massive arcs of silver and midnight blue, each feather threaded with magic that catches the dim light filtering through the trees like living starlight. They are breathtaking. Not delicate. Not fragile. Powerful. Ancient. Different than before. Beautiful in a way that almost doesn’t seem real. And then I see the scars. Thin silver lines cut through sections of the wings, old injuries that healed badly, damage that should never have touched something so extraordinary. My chest tightens instantly. Someone hurt her. Repeatedly. Nyxara notices where my attention lands and instinctively shifts, trying to pull the

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

"No, Sarn, you must go back. You must have your wings." His smile is glorious. "You are my wings." "No." "Yes, my love." The tip of his finger touches my chin. "The Goddess gave me the choice, but it was no choice at all. Wings mean nothing without love..." "No..." "Let me finish, love. I flew from the claiming field until I reached the dragon realm crossing. I shifted and walked to Bastian's castle. I needed to say goodbye and I needed a ride to the earth realm crossing. I gave up my wings before I ever reached you. They are of no consequence. I am still a dragon in my soul as long as you are there with me."

The way she was when she started a new book and swore with her feet together that her favorite characters were real people and that she just didn't know them because she was an ordinary human. “We know it's real,” Zylah said with a slight harshness in her voice. She waved her hand to Kleyphon, who was trying to balance himself in Miguel's arms and still cried for the destroyed wings." I saw this guy's wings turn into dust, Anne. Yes, wings. And, look here, "she waved with the only feather left of Kleyphon, the one she ripped herself off." It's a real wing. This guy had wings and they were turned into nothing but dust. Do you still doubt Elena?

Even when I woke up, the tears didn't end, they didn't stop for days, while we left the hospital and I felt the emptiness inside of me grow bigger with every second that's passing. "Want to sit outside? The sun is out," daddy offers, the spring is here. "Okay," I say letting him carry me and take me outside to the balcony, he sat down on the floor and lets me sit on his lap. I tried to move my wings, and my right one moved normally, but my left wing and my left wing wouldn't move, they clipped too many of my wings, and they don't know if they'd grow again or if I lose control of my left wing forever.

I whispered before my eyes closed. Opening my eyes slowly, I wiggled my body, I was bonded by my hands, hanging from something. Looking around my eyes immediately on the self-lit braziers in the corners, brightening the room with its fierce blaze. Apart from them, there was nothing in the room, just a mental door, with swords above it, and a large window, it was night. I don't where I am, or where Amber is, and— Al... Poor Al, I thought, wondering if he was safe or not. The door sang open, and a woman with stunning blue eyes like Al's entered. Her black dress with glimmering stones hugged her body, shoving her breast upwards towards her chin. The train attached to it moved effortlessly behi