House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

he said through clenched teeth. Then the pain exploded. Damien let out a cry, gripping the edge of the bed as his back arched violently. "Damien!" Seraphine rushed toward him. His scream tore through the quiet house. A loud cracking sound echoed through the room. Seraphine froze. Something was moving beneath Damien's skin. His shoulders jerked, his muscles tightening as if something inside him was forcing its way out. Another crack. Then suddenly, two massive wings burst from his back. Dark, powerful, and enormous.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her firmly to the living room where there were no outsiders. Then, he slapped her again viciously on the face. “You bitch! Are you trying to fight back now, huh?!” He bellowed with rage. “Our family had raised you, so consider it paying a debt to be sold off, but you are being insolent!” SLAP. When he slapped her again it sent Anna on the floor with her bleeding lips. Nearby, her sister, Natasha was smiling from ear to ear as if she enjoyed the show. But she really enjoyed seeing Anna getting the beating from their father.

He bangs more throwing the don't open and I get thrown to the floor as the figure stand in the open doorway. “Welcome to the House of shadows, you will not leave here.”

I shakily opened the door of the clinic, which was quieter than before, and nervously peered inside. I saw my husband lying on the floor and passed out. He slashed his wrist, which Logan is currently treating… And by just seeing how he harmed himself, I don't know if it's the right decision for me to stay in his power.

Three slaps, one after another, shattered the five-year marriage of Jacob Cooper and Amanda Guldner. Jacob's hair turned gray overnight due to Amanda's cruelty. Jacob had always believed that the love he shared with his wife was mutual. But then the truth came out. She slapped him three times in a row and forced him to apologize, right there in the hospital room, to the man who had once saved her life. All because that man had saved her once. Yet in his wife's eyes, Jacob had somehow become a twisted, violent psychopath. When Jacob asked for a divorce, she threatened to stick him with his dying mother's medical bills. That night, he closed his hand around her throat and pinned her aga

I wasn't too surprised when he went straight through it. Booming ear piercing snarls thundered throughout the house, shaking the entire mansion to its very core. It was powerful and extremely possessive, it screamed dominance. It promised pain with its wrath. The familiar sound of flesh beating flesh could be heard faintly in the sound of his rampage. Nobody moved, not even me. Angel was lethal. An animal. Myself and the other originals watched with shock as one of our fastest, was unable to defend himself against angels beating. I could smell his blood as it coated angels skin.

“Your wings are residual magic’s; imitating the rooster wings I conjured on my person during my captivity, in mockery of my genes as the men in long white coats would say, unlike mine it cannot simply be removed with a wave of hand because it has been imbued in you since birth, but still they are made entirely of hardened lightening, and can be temporarily dispersed like ozone matter if you concentrate enough.’’ On saying this, he proceeded in teaching them, the shock on their faces were comical as they gaped at each other, looking strangely different without their wings, it was like it was there but at the same time not there, despite the wings absent, Omotola could feel them stirring at he

Beatrice headed towards it, feet making no sound in this dead town, the tiny bell guiding her. She stood before the house. There were two windows and the front door on the ground floor. The porch ran across the entire front of the house, supported by several balustrades. The second floor had three tall windows, all black and unremarkable, and toward the right aspect, a rectangular tower jutted from the roof, indicating an attic with a single window. The lawns were full of dark grey grass, ankle deep, and two sad looking acacia trees flanked the house. Like all the other houses, Beatrice could see the main entrance had its door thrown wide, and without fear she walked down the cracked path, a

The creak of her bones seemed to protest dully until the last joint finally snapped into place, her rapid labored breathing the only sound left in the room. Her legs caved beneath her as she slumped to the floor, a heavy tussling following and loud bang sounding as she knocked over the chair in the corner of the room. She craned her neck to view the finished product of her suffering- to the broad, velvety bat-like wings extending from beneath her shoulder blades, her still-hot blood soaking her back. A deep hum swept from her throat, like a low musical hymn that poured into the walls of the house. God, how powerful she felt, how sweetly the tastes of death and murder swam through her mouth.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.