Fly With Wings Of Love 소설 & 이야기

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

“And just how are we going to get there? Am I supposed to fly us out of here? I know you think I'm an angel, but I don't see any wings.” Lucifer releases an aggrieved sigh and shows her his wings. “I have my own, luv. However, how about I transport us instead?” Lana's mouth falls open as she gazes upon his magnificent wings. “Okay, that’ll work.” She mutters weakly. It would be funny if the situation weren't so dire. I have to give it to her, though, because she composes herself quickly, gives us a tight hug and whispers. “I love you both.” We both hug her back, clinging tightly until she takes a step back and gives us a watery smile. “Everything will be okay.”

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.

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.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

Before I finally fell asleep, I even felt his tender caress on my hand while uttering the word that made me smile. "I can give you freedom that you always wanted to have. And also, you can't fly when you're hurt. I can't let my princess fly with dripping tears. So, let my wind wash the pain. Fly as highest as you can reach. I will always be by your side. I love you too, my princess."

ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs

Without a word, he scooped her up into his powerful arms, and with a mighty beat of his wings, they soared into the night sky. Esteria's breath caught in her throat as the ground fell away beneath them. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the wind that whipped through her hair and the remnants of her wedding dress. She clung to the god's robes, her fingers digging into the fabric as if it were the only solid thing left in her world. Each beat of his wings seemed to echo the frantic rhythm of her heart.

Instead, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me into another kiss. As we kiss, I feel a newfound sense of power and freedom with my new wings. They spread out behind me, and I can feel the air rush over the feathers as we move together. Ryder's hands explore my wings, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling with need.

My eyes widened at the tears that gathered under her eyes, and I placed my hand on her back. “You can tell me anything.” I said softly, patting her. “Killian… Killian s-stole my w-wings. My beautiful wings. My pride.” She cried; tears fell from her eyes—glistening drops of silver that sparkled in the moonlight. “He had so greatly studied the patterns of faes that he knew we usually secretly sent representatives to this world to check how it was faring. He tracked me down and approached me, stretching out a hand of friendship. I, homesick, let my guards down, and he took advantage of my trust. He ripped off my wings, and now uses it to compel me to do his biddings..”