Growth Wings Novels & Stories

Forever growing. Together.

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.

“Roots and wings?” “Exactly,” he said, turning the notebook toward her. “Our roots are what anchor us—our routines, our home, the little rituals that make life ours. The wings… are the dreams we haven’t chased yet. The trips, projects, even the businesses or hobbies we’ve always wanted to explore. We can grow safely and still soar.” Grace traced her finger along the lines of the notebook. There were ideas for community projects, plans for trips they could take together, even proposals for joint ventures that reflected both their talents. Each page radiated intention, care, and a promise of shared ambition.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

Or are you saying you're not as capable as Janice, that without her you can't keep the company afloat, that you have to grovel for the perks she brings? Janice had always outshone Adrian, acing her studies, outperforming him at every turn, especially as the Smith family business took hit after hit while the Douglas empire just kept growing. People started whispering that the Smiths were riding on the Douglas coattails. Deep down, Adrian's pride was a double-edged sword. He reveled in Janice's support but was desperate to outdo her, to never admit that she was better, that her family was stronger than his.

Mama finished. "Oh my goodness! I h..have, I have wings. They just grew out!! Oh gosh!" I frantically walked around my room with my so called wings dragging behind me. My reaction was making everyone nervous but who wouldn't react this way?!! "What happens now?" I asked hesitantly while feeling my right wing for the first time. They were soft yet strong, resilient. "Training continues. We must find out the extent of your powers. You just grow stronger and stronger everyday my child. I bet there's a lot more in you," my mother said eyeing my wings in awe. "But first, get some rest."

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."

Still standing. Still growing.