Fourth Wing Fanfiction Ao3 Novels & Stories

I whisper. Gloria squeals and says, “You look like a fairy. I want to see you with your wings!” I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Please, Divina, I want to see too,” Bren says softly. "Okay," I say and let my wings out. “They're not blue anymore,” Bren says in shock. “No, when they grew back, they came back white,” I answer her. “What do you mean, when they grew back, Divina. What happened to you?” Bren says, her voice taking on a hard tone. “Alpha Drake cut them off me,” I say softly and close my eyes against the memory. Having my wings taken from me, was almost as bad as being rejected by Warrick. “That’s a story for another time,” I tell her, hoping she will drop it. “You’ve been

She finally walks to my front, stands between my legs, and caresses my face. "Maven said by decapitating my wings, they made sure that I was never going to take my throne back. And they were right," she paused to look at me, her dainty fingers caressing my neck, her eyes locked with mine. "The moment they burn my wings in front of me, the pain was so great that it made me now able to generate sadness to suck in more energy sometimes without me even noticing."