Growth Wings Novels & Stories

Something so strong that even death could dare not break was whirling within her_tugging and stretching at her flesh like dancing the tango all by itself. Aria could feel the unspoken words that was moving within her and connecting all her emotions to the life growing in her womb. Never has she felt so in touch with her feelings like she has been for the past months now. Everything within her was heighten. Her hormone was over the roof not to mention her eating habit. That explain a lot when you look at how much weight she has gained. Motherhood has been much more than she had expected. The incessant craving of her fiancé presence and mood swing has been off the bar.

“What’s concerning: the long bones. During rapid growth, the growth plates are under strain. It matters where they run, how they bear weight. No stone. They need flexible ground. The wolf line can take a lot, but the acceleration increases margin for error.” “We’ll create a soft training space in the inner courtyard,” I say. “Straw, canvas, rope. Marked lines. Supervised only.” “I support that,” Mae says. “Also: increase protein ratio, maintain salt, plenty of fluids. And—the daily rhythm under the Moon cycle for these children is no ornament. When the Moon grows, they speed up. When it wanes, they slow. Write it in the journal.” I write. The journal on my desk reads:

Then, gingerly and very slowly, he exhaled deeply, and his wings began to unfurl. They came gradually, starting at the base of his shoulders, two white shoots extending from his back, growing higher, wider, thicker as they spread back and up and out. Clara eyed the scalloped edges, yearning to trace them with her hands. The inside of his wings began to glow with velvet iridescence.

He grabbed my waist and whirled me around, so that I was the one on top. Next to the bed was a looking glass, and we both stared into it. I saw the bloody wounds on my back. Sprouting from them were four tiny black nubs. “Look, my pet,” Salem whispered. “They won’t be able to control you anymore.” The wings ripped out of my body like blades. I bucked my hips, and with each gyration my wings had another spurt of growth, until they were large enough to support my size. Salem was ecstatic. He reached out and stroked them, and my perversity was such that even this felt pleasurable.

The morning was crisp, carrying the subtle promise of new beginnings. Grace stood by the balcony, hands wrapped around a mug of tea, feeling the gentle warmth seep into her fingers and chest. Jordan joined her, carrying a small notebook filled with plans, sketches, and ideas. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, settling beside her, “about how we can expand—not just our home, but everything we’ve built. Roots to ground us, wings to explore.” Grace looked at him, curiosity lighting her eyes. “Roots and wings?”

"Marrying into the Grahams is a big deal for us. I didn't expect you to say yes so fast. We haven't even started the PR work. A big to-do doesn't seem right. We'll do it your way." Natalie was all smiles, tugging Janice along to pick out the perfect flowers for the wedding. She held up a bunch of roses, vibrant and fresh, and waved them in front of Janice. "Baby girl, check out these roses. They scream celebration, don't they?" Janice was about to respond when her phone buzzed out of the blue. She glanced at the screen, saw a number she did not recognize, and hit 'ignore'. However, the phone rang again almost immediately.

I just muttered, "I didn't see the message. I was busy." Dad slammed his hand on the table, ready to blow up, until Jillian Swain floated down the stairs in her high-end outfit. Mom and Dad had gotten it for her. She put on this delicate, understanding face and said, "Mom, Dad, Wanda's probably swamped with her studies. She is working on her Ph.D. "You know how intense research can be. I was only throwing a small thing for my pet's birthday. It's not like it's a huge deal."

"I dare not. Do you want me to lose my arm or maybe my leg?" "What do you mean?" "You really don't want to see an angry Aiden. If anyone should move near him when he is mad, he can throw anything at the person. No matter how heavy the thing is. No matter who the person is. He may not be able to carry that particular thing on a normal day but when he is angry, his strength is doubled." "Woah! That's incredible", she said and drove out. We got to the training center in less than 10 minutes and we got down and we walked in. The place is really large with a wrestling carpet laid on the floor. It was empty too.