Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

My wings burned as they tried to unfurl, but something in me broke, something I had never felt before. It wasn’t just pain. It was wrong. Fire. It should have been fire. But when I opened my mouth to unleash it, to incinerate the traitor standing before me, nothing came. No heat, no embers, no raging inferno to swallow him whole—just air. Just… nothing. Fear shot through me, deep and quick. My claws scraped against the marble, my wings spasmed, trying to unfurl—but they couldn’t. Something was wrong. I roared, but the sound was jagged, fractured. My vision blurred as I dropped to one knee, my tail dragging limply behind me. The pain wasn’t just in my bones—it was inside me, sinking into my s

He looked up at me with bright, gold-ringed eyes. “Come on,” I whispered, crouching low. “You can do it.” He chirped once, wobbling out of my reach. I cupped him gently in my palm, then tossed him upward to encourage him, and he spread his wings wide. His tiny chest puffed out, sparks flickering off his feathers. He leapt into the air for a heartbeat, he soared and then his wings buckled. He plummeted. And collided with the ground in a brutal crash.

That former Alpha of Black River Pack, father of Austin and Brandon, who I used to think was an unbeatable nightmare, but if he were standing in front of me now, I could crush him like an ant. Unwittingly, I had become so different from my frail past self. "Put me down now! I'm going to jump!" Jo's voice yanked me back from my memories. I was no longer in the Black River pack, I was at the bottom of the Forbidden Valley. For safety's sake, I had to go down from the sky and walk with him towards the town. In order not to cause panic among the townspeople, I hid my wings in advance. "Why can you make the wings disappear?" Jo was very surprised when he saw me retract my wings.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Goddess, I love it when he does that. “Let’s finish what we came for and then I can give myself to you.” He winked at me and I sighed, feeling all hot and bothered. Damn the Alpha and his cameras. Emilio got on the sliding ladder next to the shelves and began to search for books. I thought I should help too so I stood up and willed my wings out, hoping the flames on them didn’t burn the place down. I willed them to flap a little and I noticed the flames didn’t affect anything. The wings were pretty big to be let out in a house but luckily they were harmless.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

Confusion riddled my features, "My wings aren't white or fully gold to rule." "You were born to rule," Zora squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in the air, "that's why you were willing to give up everything for your people. Keep your wings hidden. No one's seen what they look like. When the time comes for you to take your place, all they will see is a set of white wings that emerged from your mating bond." "You can't be honestly suggesting what I think you are," I stared at her flabbergasted. "I am," holding her hands out—palms facing up, a blinding white light flashed into existence before vanishing just as quickly. In its place, lying on her palms, sat the second half of the book. Zo

His finger tracing an elegant arc in the air, "wouldn't it... look more like that moment when a butterfly's wings are struggling, trying to break free from its cocoon?" I was utterly still, my fingers tightening around the milk cup. For the first time, someone... so directly, so accurately, had seen past the "Broken Wings" series to the chaotic, painful emotions and metaphors I couldn't put into words.