Broken Wings Novel Novels & Stories

She glanced back and saw Wolferan had grabbed onto the edge of her cloak trying to stop her. She swiftly released the clasp on her cloak and swiftly jumped from the wall and cliff just before he could grab her and stop her. She went to spread her wing to fly but yelped in pain as she discovered her right wing was broken. She had been unable to tell before due to having no time and the amount of pain she felt from her back. Now she had made a fatal mistake.

~~~~~~~~~~~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.

“No.” But he jerked down the skirt and panties and drove into her dry flesh, and it hurt, a fierce pinching pain that turned to raw fire, and she knew he had torn something inside her. He thrust harder, faster, easing only when she stopped saying no and fell silent, her tears sliding in a hot salty trail down to the bed. She tried to think beyond the pain, told herself it would be over soon, just take it, take it, he’ll be done in a minute. One last bruising thrust and Abubakar shuddered over her, and she shuddered too as she thought of the swimming liquid inside me. She wanted nothing to do with his babies. She wanted nothing to do with him either.

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.

Even when I woke up, the tears didn't end, they didn't stop for days, while we left the hospital and I felt the emptiness inside of me grow bigger with every second that's passing. "Want to sit outside? The sun is out," daddy offers, the spring is here. "Okay," I say letting him carry me and take me outside to the balcony, he sat down on the floor and lets me sit on his lap. I tried to move my wings, and my right one moved normally, but my left wing and my left wing wouldn't move, they clipped too many of my wings, and they don't know if they'd grow again or if I lose control of my left wing forever.

Benjamin staggered to his sides, his limbs trembled and his breathing labored as his whole body seize up, he let out a low growl. Emily held Sydney with her freed hand, her talons digging into his flesh. He howled in pain as the flames sizzled his wrist, and he yanked his hand away. She seized the opportunity, summoning dark energies and flinging them at Sydney. The force of the blast knocked him off, sending him crashing into the shelf behind him. Books, papers, and knick-knacks went flying as he tumbled to the floor. Her wings burst from her back, as dark and glistening as midnight. She wrapped them protectively around Chris, shielding him as they plummeted from the window. The air rushed

“Yeah.” I traced a finger along the edge of the box, not daring to touch the kittens, just needing the grounding sensation. “I always thought I could handle this. School, work, the… independence thing.” I shrugged, the words sticking in my throat. “But it feels like every time I breathe, something else is crashing down. The fire, losing my apartment, living in a hotel with six newborn kittens.” I huffed a humorless laugh, “And now you.” “Me?” His brows lifted.

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

Some were larger than others, but they all obeyed Greco, and he wasn't just smiling; he was gloating as he raised his hands high and a horrible sound rang out in the sky. “Shit,” whispered Izan. I knew I had to use my wings ahead of time, so I took a deep breath, spread them wide, and before Greco could do anything or the basilisks could attack, I sent out a wave of divine power and took Izan's hand. “We have to jump, trust me,” I said fearfully. Izan nodded, hugged me, and we threw ourselves out of the window at the top of the sanctuary. My wings spread, and with intense pain, I carried my mate, and we flew away until we reached the clearing. Several warriors watched us in awe. However, we