Broken Wings Book Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

Mom answered, and I was confused for a second until she rushed chanting words from the book; Ruby and her brothers were trying to get to her, but the line stopped them. “Can you fly? Jump up?” “It's too high.” “We have to stop her!” I couldn't move to help, so I just watched and prayed they would do something; she couldn't get away with all this. With all the lives she took. Well, it seemed they had finally found a way, as a strip of the line was cut, making it possible to cross, Ruby did but it was too late as Mom jumped into the book, which opened like a mouth, and it happened so fast that it was suddenly rising from the ground, wings developing on its sides as it tried to fly; it was goin

YARA’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER… He was huge. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he laughed wickedly while ripping my wings off my back and I cried and begged him for mercy but he didn’t listen. All I heard was his loud laughter as he walked away with my wings into the darkness and I just laid there in the dark, helpless and powerless while watching his back until he vanished into thin air and I was alone.

I finished the last stroke of my sketch and when I looked up, I looked right into Lilian's gaze as she leaned against the doorframe. She was holding two cups of coffee, squinting at my sketch behind those black-rimmed glasses. "The wings on the final draft of 'Caged' have three more fractures than the first version." My fingers froze. On the page, the bird's shattered feathers still reached stubbornly upward, exactly like my own heart the night I huddled in the supply room drawing this series. I drank the coffee, its bitter warmth spreading across my tongue. "Fractures are the price of breaking free from the cage, and the cracks let the light in."

Henry's wings took him to dizzying heights, his heart aglow with an insatiable hunger for adventure and his soul afire with unrelenting passion. The world below, once a tangled web of relationships and expectations, had given way to a clear blue sky, with only Vicky's gentle breeze rustling his wings. Henry's sisters, now settled in their own nests, and Delia, a fading memory, no longer held him back. As Henry's shoulders broadened, adorned with the majestic eagle emblems, Vicky's eyes shone bright with pride, their hearts entwined in a celebration of triumph. Together, they danced on the wind, their laughter echoing through the skies, their bond forged in the fire of shared struggles. And y

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

I shout, clapping my hands together. I faze with a puff of violet fog. Shifting my body, I face Flavius, extending my wing. "Hurry, climb on," I instruct him. Flavius hurries onto my back, making his way to my head. Once he is comfortably seated, I leap out my window and take off into the sky. A warm breeze brushes over me as I begin my journey.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i