Broken Wings Novel Novels & Stories

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

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.

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."

He often thought of the damage he had caused but that was like crying over spilled milk. He abandoned her within a backward glance. He hated himself for what he did to her. He hated he had to see those beautiful eyes of hers again. She hasn't changed except for the rage and boiling hatred she was looking at him with which was replaced by the look of love. She still maintained her tall gorgeous frame Her curves Which he could trace with his fingers. She was still the Gabrielle, everly Beautiful with her cheek bones and her elegantly sloped nose. He clenched his fists in a manner only him knew what was going on.

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

I smiled “ Watch. “ I started turning into my Phoenix my wings turned into almost a bright red and beautiful gold. My wings touched everything that was memories or of meaning to me and the people and they disappeared in moments. My wings turned everything into almost dust particles that carry with my wings for when I find a new tree or home. I watched as falcon was amazed by everything. No one ever saw how I did this because I’ve been alone for so long it felt almost relieving like I wasn’t hiding and I had someone . Even though I was hiding it felt good to have someone a friend.

Keepers do not bend. Shift. The balcony again. The woman closer. Her mouth touched the back of my hand. I did not pull away. It was the first rule I had ever broken and I broke it clean. A door somewhere slammed. The hall I had refused to sit in shook. Names I had known all my life turned into knives and teeth. I spread my wings and covered the woman with them. The light on the balcony braided with my feathers and held. I felt something tear and I did not care.

A feeling I never had before. Since the furniture doesn't really support my wishes, I did something that would otherwise never cross my mind: I lifted my robe a little and ran towards the window and threw myself against it. This had more of an impact. It broke. The shards of glass cut into my exposed skin and I gritted my teeth. Even if it would have been pointless to try to be extra quiet. After all, it was said that God saw everything. So he would already know that I had just broken out. But I didn't care. As I fell out the window, down the tall tower and felt the wind, I felt like my heart was being set free. The wind whistling through my long hair and pulling on my robe as if it wanted t