Broken Wings Novel Novels & Stories

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge momentarily with the former King assisting in getting everyone to safety when we heard the alarm. I was mind-linked by a warrior who stated the rogues had breached the territory on the southern border closer to the Elvish Kingdom and were taking on lots of rogues. I ordered my men to attack and my wife went into our built-in panic room with the former Queen, her mother, and our kids with two assigned bodyguards. The council was locked away in a protective building with their families and the hospital for our injured was heavily guarded. I rushed out in my armor along with the former King and flew to where our attack

“After my parents died, I rarely went out. But whenever you came to Skyspire, I watched you from a distance. I was afraid to disturb you, and I hated seeing you hurt yourself over Adrian.” Then he smiled, almost proudly. “But it is fine now.” I had not known we met so early. I had not known he had watched me for so long. Then I remembered the rumors and hesitated. “When your parents died in that griffin crash, you were there too. After that, your wings...” I stopped, afraid to reopen the wound. Cassian lowered his eyes, then murmured, “You can find out for yourself.” My face burned. Outside the window, the Judgment Flame burned quietly through the night.

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.

Then slowly—very slowly—they began to fold inward. Within seconds they disappeared entirely. The girl sagged with relief. Her eyes flicked back to me. “You… saw those.” “Yes.” “And you’re not—” “Panicking?” Bjorn offered helpfully. She nodded. I shook my head. “Angel wings aren’t unusual.” She blinked. “But… mine are.” That much was obvious. Still, that wasn’t something I needed to say yet. Instead I gave her something useful. “If you’re trying to understand them,” I said, “you should check the library.”

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life living like a shadow of myself just to fix a broken marriage. The drive was quiet, but there was no way I was returning to the same house as Camilla. After several failed attempts to change my mind, Ethan finally gave up and respected my decision. We checked into a hotel and booked two separate suites for the night. I stood in front of the mirror after a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist. My skin was marked with bruises — some already darkening, others still fresh from the fight earlier. I exhaled raspy, fingers brushing over the bruises in an attempt to apply an ointment.

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.

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

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,