Broken Wings Novel Novels & Stories

“Who gave you the wings you now have to talk that way to me, tell me so I can break the person’s wing before breaking the one you borrowed.” “My Queen, I have no wing you speak of.” Chandler returns with a brittle smile. “I am not foolish enough to bring any into this place, not when I remember how you broke the wings off doves and then watch them bleed to death. No, your majesty, I have learnt my lesson about wings.”

As my feet reached the ground, he finally managed to ask me. “Why didn’t you use your wings?” he asked. I couldn’t really keep secrets from him. “My wings also vanished in the eternal unknown.” “What?! Impossible!” “It’s true. It’s not a big deal to me anymore.” “But your wings are a part of you…” “Yes, it’s a part of me that was lost forever, but what happened, happened. It’s my consequence, and I didn’t regret sacrificing my wings.” “If so, let me be your wings forever.”

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

Half-shrouded by a broken overhead bulb no one ever fixed. Before he could sit, she was there. Raven. Her heels tapped softly, black lace gloves on her hands, a bottle of whiskey balanced against her hip. No smile. Not at first. She poured him a glass—slow, careful, like it mattered. Reyes stared at the glass. Then at her. “The farmhouse—Bramley Lot—it’s gone,” he said. “They burned it. Nothing left but bones and ash.” Her hands froze for a second. Then she finished pouring and set the bottle down.

she asks, staring at the wall covered in scratches. “Yeah, they showed me some awful things while I was here, I don't think I'll ever sleep again.” “What did they do to your wings?” she asks, fiddling with the restraints. You should see what they did to yours, I think but I can’t bring myself to say it. The less she knows the more she’ll be able to sleep. I gasp as the pressure on my wings releases. I try to stretch them out, but they fully collapse, dragging on the floor like a horrifying train. A harsh sob escapes my lips. “They’re broken,” I stammer.

They awed then Gordon went on to taking pictures leaving to two to figure out how to break the glass chained by regular chains. "This means you were right." Cassidy hugs him as he can not stand to believe this. That means 'logic' was wrong, that means Brandon was wrong but what more important they found her wings. "What good are angels if they do not fly. There is her wings, we will break her chains she's ready to go home." The went back to the library to go try to find the key, they did not want to harm the wings. "What are you two doing? Cass where is Gordon?"

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky