Broken Wings Novel Novels & Stories

Some primal instinct told her she’d better do as the authoritative woman says before she carries out her threat, she got out of bed wondering why she should obey the woman, she could snap her lean waist with one hand tied behind her back, or scare her off with her wings, she flexed her shoulder blades then realized her back was kind of light, she reached back and felt nothing. “Where did my wings go," she wondered in a moment of panic as she glanced around the unfamiliar room searching for a mirror and rushed over to take in her appearance. she still looked and felt the same minus the wings, like a normal fifteen year old. What is going on, the last thing she remembered was fighting against

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Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

He looks over at me, “Let's fly, before we merge, and I show you something new.” Something new? Whatever could he mean? We flew for about an hour. It was amazing. The ride was so smooth and Regina felt so soft under me. Clint looked over at Regina, and said, “Now.” There was a flash of light and I started to fall as Regina vanished. As the ground was approaching, I felt wings emerge from my back, and they began to flap, sending us far up into the clouds where Clint waited for us, as he allowed Carter’s wings to keep him aloft. “Now for that something new,” Clint said, as he used Carter’s talon to rip a hole in my shorts.

Eventually the rescue team found me and carefully pulled me out of the wreckage. Every small movement tugged at my injuries, making it feel like I was being stabbed all over by knives. Still, none of that compared to the pain in my heart. When Rachel Lindt, my fiancee, saw that I was lying there motionless, she had even less qualms about speaking her mind. "I've already had the artificial heart brought here. After the surgery, just tell him that his heart ruptured due to the plane crash. I'm sure I don't need to tell you the rest?"

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.

“Yell at me, malyshka. Tell me that you’re angry. Hit me if you want to, but don’t block things inside you like this. The two of us are going to be alone, baby. The two of us are going to be able to work things out together as a man and his woman. But I don’t want you to…” “You broke my wings, Vladimir,” she said, stopping me. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest as I processed her words. “He couldn’t break my wings the way that you did. But you made me rise then chose to break my wings. And right now, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to get up from this. I just don’t…”

Once I have them both attached, I stand in between her wings and pull with all my might, forcing her wings together onto her back and making it impossible to flap them effectively anymore. She screams again, this time in frustration. She knows I’m winning. I tie off the wings and then jump back down to where her neck is laying over her tail. The jarring of my landing reverberates through my body, sending sharp, shooting pain everywhere, reminding me that some of my bones are shattered. I don’t care, I can’t stop now, I'm too close.