Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

Then slowly—very slowly—they began to fold inward. Within seconds they disappeared entirely. The girl sagged with relief. Her eyes flicked back to me. “You… saw those.” “Yes.” “And you’re not—” “Panicking?” Bjorn offered helpfully. She nodded. I shook my head. “Angel wings aren’t unusual.” She blinked. “But… mine are.” That much was obvious. Still, that wasn’t something I needed to say yet. Instead I gave her something useful. “If you’re trying to understand them,” I said, “you should check the library.”

They awed then Gordon went on to taking pictures leaving to two to figure out how to break the glass chained by regular chains. "This means you were right." Cassidy hugs him as he can not stand to believe this. That means 'logic' was wrong, that means Brandon was wrong but what more important they found her wings. "What good are angels if they do not fly. There is her wings, we will break her chains she's ready to go home." The went back to the library to go try to find the key, they did not want to harm the wings. "What are you two doing? Cass where is Gordon?"

“Who gave you the wings you now have to talk that way to me, tell me so I can break the person’s wing before breaking the one you borrowed.” “My Queen, I have no wing you speak of.” Chandler returns with a brittle smile. “I am not foolish enough to bring any into this place, not when I remember how you broke the wings off doves and then watch them bleed to death. No, your majesty, I have learnt my lesson about wings.”

Other supernatural beings were another story. I took a moment to soak in one last look at him before walking to the window. He was a sexy man for sure, I could definitely see myself coming back for another night of toe-curling sex. I pushed the window out and jumped, releasing my wings to fly home to the palace. My kingdom and palace weren't far, I had come to a human city on the border for a night of fun, but it was much faster to fly home. I had barely crossed the border into my clan's kingdom when I felt a sharp pain rip through my right wing. In a moment of panic, I realized that it was not responding, as if it had been cut off from the rest of my body.

Once I have them both attached, I stand in between her wings and pull with all my might, forcing her wings together onto her back and making it impossible to flap them effectively anymore. She screams again, this time in frustration. She knows I’m winning. I tie off the wings and then jump back down to where her neck is laying over her tail. The jarring of my landing reverberates through my body, sending sharp, shooting pain everywhere, reminding me that some of my bones are shattered. I don’t care, I can’t stop now, I'm too close.

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.

she asks, staring at the wall covered in scratches. “Yeah, they showed me some awful things while I was here, I don't think I'll ever sleep again.” “What did they do to your wings?” she asks, fiddling with the restraints. You should see what they did to yours, I think but I can’t bring myself to say it. The less she knows the more she’ll be able to sleep. I gasp as the pressure on my wings releases. I try to stretch them out, but they fully collapse, dragging on the floor like a horrifying train. A harsh sob escapes my lips. “They’re broken,” I stammer.

" It said, amused. Then he let go of the priest, who concentrated. Again and again he tumbled through the air, had hugged himself and was feverishly concentrating on his wings. He was scared to death, but who didn't have it if you fell many meters without a parachute? Deep down, Godric felt a pressure slowly spreading inside him. Under the devil's watchful eyes, two gray wings appeared to stop the priest's fall. Slowly and hesitantly he opened his eyes when he no longer felt himself falling. Godric looked in astonishment at his wings, which seemed even bigger and more powerful than before. Even the gray color seemed a minor matter at that moment. Godric has never felt so free and exhilarated

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.