Flying Wings Of Love Novels & Stories

His body was reacting to hers so he broke the hug and snapped at her, ‘When you fail because of your stubbornness don’t say I did not warn you’ He stomped off and she grinned, ‘Silly little Alpha Wolf you have no idea what you are dealing with.’ She waited until he was out of sight and then spread her wings, she had only rediscovered them about a week before when she had fallen while out running, Her foot had caught in an unseen root and she tumbled through the brush and over the side of the cliff facing certain death until her body had reacted on instinct the stunning snow white wings had opened ending her headlong flight to certain death. She floated on an updraft and soared into the sky,

“HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!” “Is that really what you want?” “Yes! Right now, your love is hurting me more than your hatred ever will.” His wings slowly unfurled, drooping down my body, releasing both of us from the comfort of darkness. As he withdrew himself from me, his wings slowly folded inward, as though they too were retreating in defeat.

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 every time he used his hand on me, even when I was falling apart, he stayed calm and controlled. He couldn’t possibly find my body disgusting… could he? The thought snapped something in me. Humiliation surged hot in my chest. I slammed my glass down on the table. “I’ve decided.” Wendy jumped. “Divorce.” A useless man, handsome or not, wasn’t worth keeping. I didn’t need him. “Okay, okay. Stop drinking.” Wendy must’ve thought I was wasted. She dragged me into the shower. She’d just gotten these over-the-top rhinestone nails, and she kept pawing at me in her sleep. The next morning, I woke up with several dark red scratches on my neck where she’d clawed me.

Lila asked. Emma smiled. “Maybe.” “What’s it about?” Emma looked out at the land, the trees, the shadows growing long. “It’s about what happens after the storm. About how we build. How we love. How we stay.” Lila nodded thoughtfully. “You should call it A Love That Lingers.” Emma’s breath caught. Jake met her eyes. And she knew this wasn’t just the end of a story. It was the echo of everything she’d lived through, the softness of what came next.

The face I had once loved so deeply now looked at me all tear-streaked and full of sorrow. "Enough. You're still Hare City's elite. And I… I'm just Nora Graham. "As for the baby, it's gone now, so let's not bring it up again. From this moment on, there's nothing left between us!" Once, I wanted nothing more than to spend a lifetime with him. Now, I wanted nothing more than to escape. "Whether it's gratitude or love, Scout, we are done!" Scout lunged forward. He clung to me desperately as he broke into sobs. "No, Nora, you can't…"

“The way you two look at each other… you already have it.” I glance at Sebastian, and he’s watching me, not the couple. Like he already knows what I’m thinking. And suddenly, it hits me. I love him. Not in a maybe, kind-of way. In an I-can’t-imagine-my-life-without-you way. It’s terrifying and wonderful all at once. Sebastian tilts his head. “What?” I swallow. “Nothing.” Liar. The elderly couple starts to leave, and as they do, the woman squeezes my shoulder. “Hold on to what you have, dear. Real love is rare.”

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.

Yes, I had a high sex drive but I’m not uncontrollable like demons who visit people in their dreams and have sex with them just to relieve themselves. I spent some time alone in the forest, trying to understand my new wings. I discovered I could will them to flap, spread out, and cocoon around me. It wasn’t even hard to learn to fly with them and I had the urge to fly up further into the sky but I was worried someone else would see. Luckily my anger had died down when the wings sprung out of my back. I was more concerned about the strange development than some stupid bitch who has nothing to do but throw herself at a man who doesn’t want her.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol