Fly With Wings Of Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You want to fly with me?” He looked into her smiling eyes and all he wanted to say was yes. But his tongue was caught by the beauty in her wings. He wondered how they would look in the moonlight, but then he remembered. He had seen black wings in the moonlight, they weren’t hers but Xander. She was with him that night, flying with him. He couldn’t bear the thought of having left over. She had already had this experience with another man.

You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

"No, Sarn, you must go back. You must have your wings." His smile is glorious. "You are my wings." "No." "Yes, my love." The tip of his finger touches my chin. "The Goddess gave me the choice, but it was no choice at all. Wings mean nothing without love..." "No..." "Let me finish, love. I flew from the claiming field until I reached the dragon realm crossing. I shifted and walked to Bastian's castle. I needed to say goodbye and I needed a ride to the earth realm crossing. I gave up my wings before I ever reached you. They are of no consequence. I am still a dragon in my soul as long as you are there with me."

Lirle said. I started to run over, but my wings lifted me from the ground and I gasped. Crying and laughing at the same time, I studied my reflection in the polished glass. Though I was relatively clean from my bath in the river, my hair was a mess and my shirt was in tatters. I pushed that aside and turned, watching my new wings flutter. They were large and black and reptilian, like those of a dragon - like Troy's. My love, I thought, desperate to be with him again. I moved and the light hit my wings just right. They sparkled with the colors of the seven magics. "They are beautiful," I said, flying back over to Armond and Karelle. My hands clasped together in prayer, I bowed before them wit

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

She doesn’t realize she’s crying like a child now, her shoulders shaking. She doesn’t know how she’s saying these things—these lies. Maybe because she kept saying it over and over all those years. But they don’t mean anything. She doesn’t love him. Hasn’t for years. Not since the mask fell off and the monster showed itself. But that last part… That part was true. She never wants to see him angry. Riko stares at her, chest rising with something deeper than breath. Arousal. He loves her like this—fragile, broken, eyes wild and full of fear.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and I locked my fingers behind his neck. “Hold on.” We sored through the sky, my hair blinded me through most of the flight, but flying was an experience I would never forget. Especially when it was in the arms of the man I loved. When it was over we landed in another murky lane. Daylen winced as he settled. “Are you okay?” I asked. Daylen nodded, but the pain of pulling of wings back inside. “I’ll be fine.” I wrapped my arms around his naked chest. His shirt had been destroyed after pulling his wings out.

She nearly jumped, then carefully reached out to touch the soft part of the wing. “You’re not going to faint, are you?” Kingston’s deep voice turned hoarse, heavy with restrained desire. But what mattered most to Pandora was discovering some surprising details. “Why did you show me your wings?” “You aroused me, and they just came out on their own.” Kingston’s answer pulled Pandora back into some memories. The man tugged at the tie at his shirt collar a bit roughly, and that gesture brought Pandora to a vision of making love with dark eyes. “You grow wings when you’re aroused, is that it?” she fired back, hitting the mark. Kingston nodded briefly after that, then interrupted again.