روايات وقصص ضمن House Of Beating Wings

"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.

Damian muttered sarcastically. The ground around us suddenly began to tremble, not from an earthquake, but from the beating of gigantic wings getting closer. All I could do was grip my baton until my knuckles turned white. This baton felt like a toothpick compared to the creatures diving down from the sky. A massive shadow swept over our heads. The creature’s wings created a powerful gust of wind that flattened the grass around us. For a split second, I saw a long beak filled with sharp teeth. The creature was pale gray, with yellow eyes burning with killing intent.

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.

⸻ CHAPTER 15 – PART 2 The front wall of the house exploded in a storm of splintered wood and shattered plaster. Dust and smoke rolled into the room like a tide, thick and choking. My lungs burned as Malik yanked me down behind the overturned sofa. Shards of wood skittered across the floor. A bright, piercing light cut through the smoke. Figures moved within it—tall, angular, wings gleaming white and gold, eyes that burned like holy fire.

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…"

Raph Conrad went back to the car and looked at the wounded soldier and said, "Now I will deceive them, go back to the barracks and call for support." After that, he immediately hugged Bella Risa and got out of the car, she was hugged by him and ran into the forest. When they saw that, they chased after him, bullets were constantly shooting at them. Suddenly a man with long iron claws rushed at them, behind Raph Conrad suddenly sprouted black wings. The two sides rushed to fight, with his skill and fighting body Raph Conrad very quickly defeated that guy. Watching them chase Raph Conrad hugged Bella Risa and ran. Raph Conrad couldn't levitate, because if he did, it would be easy to spot.