Fly With Wings Of Love Novels & Stories

“You - oh my -“ I hugged her even though it felt like I’m hugging the thin air. I can't feel her anymore, can't even smell the blood inside her. “I’m sorry. I don’t know.” “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. So, will you promise me to always be okay and happy? For me?” I nod. “I will. I promise. I love you. ” I kissed her forehead. “Tell me, what you need to do. I’ll help you. What do you need to do to have your wings again? Is there someone who can heal you? Do you need your grace? Get it from me! It’s okay, my eyes- “

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities. Fewa shuddered at the sight of the cute little butterfly turned disgusting. As fast as lightning, in a movement, neither Queenie nor Fewa could see. Leya flew around Fewa’s broken wing. Several times, Fewa screamed in pain. But he couldn’t do anything because Leya’s movements were like light shining in all directions around his wings.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

— Grace feeds on love. The sentence hangs in the air, pulsing with the vein throbbing in my forehead. I pinch the bridge of my nose, gathering patience before I snap back: — And what the hell does that mean? — When she dies, the Grace passes to the one she loves. And along with it, the wings. So long as she loves you, the Grace and the wings will be yours. Suddenly it seems too simple, and I speak before thinking: — So I just need her to be interested in someone else?

“You’re seeing this wrong, mate. Fate does not force you on your mate. It guides you. It wouldn’t work if you didn’t already love her…You can deny it all you want, but you love that girl, and she loves you.” Do I love her? Getting out of the car, I sneak back into my room and look out the window. Do I love her? My body strains in arousal as my wings flutter around excitedly. Every part of me craves Nevaeh’s presence. With the way I’m feeling right now, I’m not going to get any sleep unless I do something about it. Seeing no other choice, I open my window and fly back to Nevaeh’s room. I sit there for the rest of the night, feeling content to simply watch her sleep. Before the sun rises, I fl

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.

She says wetly. She thinks I want to break our bond because of the wings. Absolutely not. I watch her for a minute. She isn’t hiding them; I think they are gorgeous, just like her. I walk up and touch the base of the wings. They twitch, and I smile. I watch as the skin around where I touched jumps, and the wings start to brighten. I lean down and kiss between them, and I hear her gasp. I place my hands on her hips and pull her back to me as I place a kiss on the top of each wing. I watch as they drop and relax. I run my nose up and down her neck before placing a kiss on her neck's base. She tilts her head to the side to give me more room. I start kissing her neck and wrap my arms

Shed been through this so many times before, but for some reason this felt different. With a loud whoosh he stretched his wings out, and then deftly wrapped them tight around her, a cradle of soft white holding the two of them fast. You really believe it? she whispered. That someday Ill live through this? With all my heart and soul, he said, cupping her face in his hands, pulling his wings tighter around them both. I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time. By then, Lawrence was broiling hot. She cried out from the pain, thrashing in Daniels arms as the heat overwhelmed her. She was burning his skin, but he never let her go.

Diving through storms I summon just to feel the rain on our skin. Soaring until the air is too thin to breathe—and his heat is all I need. Every flight a promise. Every touch a vow. Raw. Consuming. Eternal. The flying isn’t escape. It’s us. Unchained. Burning. Together. his wings carrying us both, powerful beats thundering in my ears, my sunrise boosting us higher, wind roaring cold and sharp against my face, biting cheeks until his heat chases it away, his arms unbreakable around me, body pressed tight, heartbeat syncing with mine, the rush of air tasting of ice and freedom.