Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

Eventually the rescue team found me and carefully pulled me out of the wreckage. Every small movement tugged at my injuries, making it feel like I was being stabbed all over by knives. Still, none of that compared to the pain in my heart. When Rachel Lindt, my fiancee, saw that I was lying there motionless, she had even less qualms about speaking her mind. "I've already had the artificial heart brought here. After the surgery, just tell him that his heart ruptured due to the plane crash. I'm sure I don't need to tell you the rest?"

When she was only seven, thin papery wings had unfurled for the first time from her back. Transparent with silvery mesh of pulse lines, forking along the delicate bone that arched at the top, she had spread them slowly under her nanny's guidance, and as she spread them, the pulse lines had flickered like lightening. Her nanny had squealed in pure delight. But that was the last time it had happened. Raul had slashed the bone of her left wing with his sword, permanently damaging it. The pain had left her unconscious. When she woke up, her nanny was gone... forever.

"Um, why would I do that? I don't even know your name." "You don't need to know my name, little bird." He lowers his voice, his tone softens, and vulnerability is written all over his beautiful face. I turn back around and reclaim my spot on his bed, pulling his warm fleece blanket up to my waist. He stands over near the window and gazes out at the autumn wind blowing orange and yellow leaves around in the air, scattering them all around the city. "You look so lost and broken like you're afraid to learn how to fly again. You have wings but you're too afraid to use them, even though you've gained a few more… that's why I call you little bird…"

But honestly, I envy you this since it looks beautiful. Demetria looked again at the wings lying on both sides of her body. For the first time, a genuine smile spread across her face. The wings were magnificent. They resembled Elena's wings but were smaller. The girl touched them gently and was surprised at how delicate they were. It was an incredible and life-changing experience, as she would not be able to do it during a regular shift. Demetria frowned when the wings started shrinking. Soon, they disappeared. - I told you. - Cassius told her with a smile, but the girl felt overwhelming sadness when they were gone. She started to wonder if she would be able to fly with them.

When she was only seven, thin papery wings had unfurled for the first time from her back. Transparent with silvery mesh of pulse lines, forking along the delicate bone that arched at the top, she had spread them slowly under her nanny's guidance, and as she spread them, the pulse lines had flickered like lightening. Her nanny had squealed in pure delight. But that was the last time it had happened. Raul had slashed the bone of her left wing with his sword, permanently damaging it. The pain had left her unconscious. When she woke up, her nanny was gone... forever.

Michael and Rafael helped Rail to his feet. It was quite difficult to do that. There is no power and strength just to get up and fall. He had barely managed to recover, but Orthus had ripped himself apart again until he fell unconscious. The situation was messed up. He only has one wing, even though his wings are a precious gift from the King of the afterlife to him. Wings that become the identity of an angel to carry out the orders of the king of the Hereafter. But now, the wing was broken.

The light briefly shows me his face as I read his emotions right off the bat. He's... regretful and guilty. He wanted to do cut ties with someone as disgraceful as me... That's what his eyes said. Everything went in slow motion. I couldn't feel the pain in my abdomen that he kicked me and how I was flying a few inches above the ground. Before I realized, I was flying. But I can't control my wings yet. These beautiful big golden wings that were going to die as soon as they emerged from my body. This is unfair.

He stumbled backwards, arched ober and holding his nose. “Fucking bitch broke my nose,” he screamed out, and the crowd had fallen silent apart from a few gasps. I wasn't the weak girl they remembered. I was a strong woman who knew exactly how to protect herself, and I just needed to learn how to protect my people more. Everything I was doing was for them. My pack stayed in my mind all the time, and they occupied my every thought. I needed an army, and if this was the way I had to fight for it, then so be it. Barron stood up and extended his huge white wings. I followed suit and let my own gray pearlescent wings fan out. There were whispers again and gasps as my wings sparkled in the sunshine

Blood oozed out from her mouth and from the hole in her chest, pooling around her body. My knees weakened as my whole world crumbled right before my very eyes. They broke her. ... to continue reading. Search for the book with the title “BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Witch” on this app