House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

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.

“You will live with us.” “What?” she shouted over the booming beats of the wings unable to believe what he said.

That’s really fast. The basement door bangs open and Alpha Donahue and Alpha Drake storm down the steps. Mathias steps back against the wall and stays quiet. They pay him no mind. Alpha Donahue storms over to me and points his finger in my face. “I don’t know what is wrong with you or how the fuck you haven’t broke yet, but I have lost my patience.” He rips me up off my cot and spins me around. He holds me tight against his chest and says in my ear. "What's the one thing no angel can live without?" I blink in confusion. What is he talking about? "Tell me what I want to know," he roars at me. I stay silent still trying to figure out the answer to his first question. He releases me and steps t

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

The bands sang faintly as they held, a high, restrained whine like a hymn being forced through a throat that didn’t believe in God. Above, aerial units took position. Black-winged devils lifted from battlements in synchronised arcs, their ascent disciplined rather than chaotic. They did not circle wildly. They climbed to calculated heights and held there, wings beating in a measured rhythm, forming layered air cover in vertical tiers. Their wingbeats made a steady, oppressive percussion, like a thousand doors closing one after another. Some carried hooked chains coiled at their waists. Others bore curved blades that glowed faintly along their edges, the metal reacting to the proximity of for

The envelope felt heavy in his coat pocket—but not as heavy as the pit in his stomach. The SUV’s headlights blinked on and rolled silently out of the lot, disappearing into the dark. Beckett stood alone in the cracked concrete silence of Shadowland, surrounded by rusted rides and broken dreams, wondering just how long he could keep walking this line before it swallowed him whole. … Farmhouse – Upstairs The upper floor of the farmhouse smelled like sweat, old wood, and gun oil. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting long, uneasy shadows across peeling wallpaper and nailed-shut windows.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

"You know you're thirty now, so why bother caring about things that don't matter? "I've been busy preparing for war with the Silvermane Pack. I can't afford distractions. I still remember how they broke your leg when you saved me. I'll win this fight—for you. Consider it my gift." Pain shot through my calf as if the wound from that day had never truly healed. The memory resurfaced, raw and sharp, sending a wave of fear crashing over me. "You want to defeat the Silvermane Pack because it's your ambition, your duty as Beta. Don't act like this is all for me."