House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

“No argument here!” We sprinted down the hallway as the house wailed around us— walls buzzing, windows shaking, chandeliers swaying wildly. Sebastian was coming. And he wasn’t coming quietly.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

And now, his wounded pride was bleeding into my family’s life, threatening to ruin us. The lights of his house loomed ahead, uninviting. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild rhythm of anger, fear, and desperation. I didn’t bother hesitating. I strode up to the door and knocked, my fist landing harder than I intended. Moments later, the door creaked open, and there he stood—Chris. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes told a different story. There was a flicker of surprise, quickly buried under a layer of cold detachment.

he says. I shake my head. “And what? You keep their wings as souvenirs?” He shakes his head. “Simply reminders.” I look back at the wall with a grimace. Most of the wings are covered in blood or dirt and marred with scars and wounds. There are so many that the wall behind it isn’t even visible anymore. The floor beneath is blanketed with feathers. A twinge of relief passes through me when I see that none of these wings are small enough to belong to a child at least.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

that must be it. "Oh, by the way, where does Anne work?" Beatrice looked around slowly. There were many people wandering around there. Some had fierce appearances, bare-chested with tattoos, and some seemed to be carrying large bags, who knows what was inside. "She's over there. In the right wing of this house." Beatrice frowned. "This house has wings?" "Yes, Beatrice," Ute said with a little laugh. "We're in the main building. The right wing is for Sam's operational headquarters. The left wing is where everyone who lives here stays."

Its impressive and yet terrifying beak looked incredibly sharp and ready to bore holes into the ground. It lifted itself into the air, flapping its imposing wings and with each flap, the sky shook with Thunder, and what followed, I didn't think was really happening, yet, it had started raining quite heavily. During the mist, the creature moved again in the air, each flapping causing not only thunder to roll, but also it was kicking up huge amounts of dust. Its wings curled in and the feathers at the top it focused on all of us as it let loose a few gigantic volts of electricity from all over, striking everything it touched, causing the building to fall in pieces.

I pivoted and struck, this time targeting the vulnerable joint of her wing with my jaws. Mila let out an enraged screech that seemed to split the air, her powerful wings beating furiously as she took to the skies, raining down a torrent of flame and debris. But despite her frenzy, there was blood dripping onto the ground—hot, neon green, and acidic, but blood nonetheless.

The fourth wing was a bit empty, as not many people went up there. I threw my keys to the poor boy, who had been notified of my arrival a little bit late. His shirt was rumpled, and his hair was sticking out everywhere. "Welcome, boss," he muttered, rushing to the car that brought us. The hall had my initials engraved heavily in its middle, and anytime we walked, our shoes made a click sound. The floor was made of marble. The wings were divided by spiral staircases. The house was a little bit quiet. I frowned at the two women seated close to the first wing.

"No, I will use the skies" The butler bowed and went away to carry out the assigned task. Ragnor went out of the mansion. He stood outside for a while. He closed his eyes; his gigantic white wings came out and his fangs grew longer. He lifted his head to the sky and with one flapping of his wings his feet were off the ground. The chauffeur, who didn't know Ragnor was about to take off, opened the front door and the wind from his powerful wings blew him back into the house, hitting him against one of the sofas. Ragnor took one last look at the mansion now beneath him and left for the palace.