House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

"Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!" "I'm not a bum, areshole." My legs were stiff, locked still in the kneeling position I'm struggling to get out off. The man, a butcher by the look of his filthy smock, kicked a can in my direction intending to hit me. A gust from my hidden wings was my only saving grace. "All right! I'm getting up, no need to be a dick about it!"

"Did my father really burn the house and the workshop..." Madeline had some little hope and it was all a lie. Damien shook his head, he didn't know why Byron burnt down the place but he knew for sure that he wasn't going to let Madeline go back. Madeline resisted the tears that flooded her eyes and replied softly. “okay...then I'll go back with you ...." This also means that she accepted to be his queen. "Alright....." Damien stretched his back, big black wings burst forth, his wings wasn't like normal bat wings, instead they had feather and were soft like pillows.

Lowering them that wriggled and dragged along the floor he cried out in dismay and increasingly hoarse tears of shame, in which that streaming from his eyes arching his back with shudder he had the master of demons, in which each beat came with a roar above of him biting her neck and getting up. He was lowering with speed and more and more brutal the thrusts were so fast, where the slaps of skin against skin were heard throughout the room, where the smell of sex and then his open eyes saw through all the thrusts, the fangs growing, black wings sprouting from his back, where they were so wide.

Only when I set it down did I realize he hadn’t moved. Still staring. Still silent. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, forcing myself to my feet. Every muscle protested, but I stood anyway. Because weakness wasn’t an option. “Where am I?” I rasped. “My wing,” he said simply. The words hit like a punch. His wing. The part of the estate nobody talked about. The part even Papa’s men avoided after dark. I crossed my arms over my chest, heart slamming painfully. “You didn’t have to bring me here,” I said.

Her spine arched. The dragon inside her surged, half-born. The walls of the house trembled. Fejiro screamed upstairs. Aka burst through the hall with a kitchen knife in hand. “Mom!” Saint shouted, “Don’t come down!” But it was too late. The Bone Flute’s tune turned darker. Windows shattered. Plates cracked. The very light bulbs screamed and popped. Thelma’s back sprouted wings—black, bat-like, ancient. Her face was still hers but marred with glowing veins.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

I also did not miss the hard intakes of breath coming from Mica and April. I stared at them curiously. Cousin, right? Mica caught me staring at her and realized how obvious they were in ogling at Hunter. She glared at me. I just shook my head and looked away. Tania was nowhere in sight. But I was still pretty sure this weekend was going to be epic! The house was a magnificent combination of wood and glass. The ceilings were high and the walls facing the beautiful view of the lake was made of glass, making the whole house almost visible to anybody on the opposite side.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.