Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“I love you no matter what. Show me your wings, aubade.” I changed to my demon form, bringing my wings out last. Aria froze. Confusion, concern, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re Reggie?” “What? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Those are Reggie’s wings!” “No. Reggie’s wings are white. Mine are black. These are my wings.” I insisted. She pointed accusingly at one of my wings. “That feather. The bent one. In the exact same spot as the bent feather on Reggie’s wings! I studied her wings every time I saw them. That one feather bothered me. They may be a different color, but those are Reggie’s wings!” She growled.

Nicolas and his beta were each frowning while he looked at something on his computer at Nicolas's desk. Alexi walked over to Nicolas and stood behind him, asking if it was okay for her to look over his shoulder. Seeing the email in front of her, Alexi gasped in horror. King William's Castle dropped several bombs on a small pack. They killed nearly everyone in the pack. Alexia started crying for the poor wolves that died, and the wolves that survived without their loved ones and the pain they were going through. Alexia wondered if they should emulate the King's attack on the pack he had just done and do the same with the Castle. Alexia will not want his village bombed should there be any inno

He eventually cleaned up his business ventures and became the richest man in the city. I went to Dad's gravesite to pay my respects once Chase was convicted. I discovered that a fresh sapling had started to grow on his burial plot. I found a butterfly settling on my head, prompting me to wonder if it was a manifestation of Dad. I looked at the butterfly and realized that Dad might have been the one to secure this second chance at life for me. I laid the sunflowers at the site and bowed deeply in respect to Dad. I walked onto the school grounds with Mom on that joyful day, entering the bright future that was finally mine.

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.