Fallen Angel Broken Wings Novels & Stories

Carmela wanted to be strong, but all she felt was weakness. “Honey, we have to—” Anthony began, his voice cracking as his emotions swelled, threatening to overwhelm him. The pain in his chest was suffocating, and he couldn’t continue. He had never seen Carmela so broken, and his own heart ached to see her torn between her love for Clarissa and the harsh reality that they were running out of options. He reached out toward them, but his words caught in his throat, lost in the turmoil of his thoughts. He didn’t want to lose his family. He didn’t want to lose his daughter. But deep down, he knew that the only way to keep her safe was to let go. His hands trembled as they hovered in the air, unsu

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

something about the Goddess’s words haunted him. How would she fix what was broken? How could she restore his kingdom when the people who once followed him were now dead or, worse, had betrayed him? His thoughts drifted to Hera, the woman who had shattered his life. He clenched his fists, the old rage surfacing like a wave ready to crash against everything in its path. As if sensing his turmoil, Aynur stirred. Her silver eyes fluttered open, their cold brilliance piercing the darkness. She regarded him for a long moment, a strange mixture of sorrow and something he couldn’t quite place. Pity?

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

Her disheveled locks cascaded down her pale face, framing eyes red-rimmed from crying. With a broken piece of ceramic, she etched a figure on the floor, her hand moving with uncertain strokes. She couldn't see what she was drawing, but her fingers seemed to move of their own accord. As she drew, she sang a haunting melody, her voice hoarse from tears. The words were barely audible, but the sweetness of her tone lingered in the darkness. "Lost in shadows, I wander free A heart once whole, now broken sea Echoes of memories, whispers low

I then cleared my throat and tried again. "Dad!" I yell but I knew it was barely audible. I then managed to get myself up. When I looked at my right arm I saw that it was broken so I held on to it and started limping. "Dad!" I yell again no reply, please let him be okay. I then went into the bushes and next thing I saw was a huge black... dog? Growling at my father. When I looked over my father I felt my jaw drop he had wings. He literally had wings on his back and he also had tattoos written in symbols.

The man hurriedly stepped foot in search of a little water to release his thirst. After being left alone by the man, the woman continued to look around the hall. Her feelings were mixed, unsettled, and sudden. "Prang!" the sound of broken glass broke the silence that night. The woman was so surprised to hear the sound of broken glass which was not far from her. "Who, who is it?" said the woman in a trembling tone. Immediately he got up from the chair where he sat. No answer was heard. The woman became more and more frightened and she slowly retreated to a corner of the hall.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to