House Of Beating Wings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dead, winged creatures and crows – lots and lots of crows, dropped from the heavens like flies. My heart lunged into the wall of my chest as I watched from the kitchen window. "This can't be good," I muttered. The first thing that drew my attention from my comfy couch a moment before was the unusual clap of thunder and the over-bright lightning, flashing in the sky and illuminating the grounds as clear as day. It was quite awe-inspiring and um... frightening. And that was saying something for a powerful witch like me. But right now, I wasn't thinking as a witch, but as a lone woman in her home up a mountain in solitude. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw a massively built half-man,

I snapped my head up and a gasp escaped me. Adrian's wings had shot out from his back, the blackness devouring the little light that was present in the room, the enormous size of them spanning across the entire back wall. Beastly, black as night and touching both of the walls, they swayed softly. Adrian had his head back, his face tight with something. Slowly, he looked down at me and blinked a few times. "The wings... They extract when I can't control myself. It's the beast in me telling me to fight." He explained. Wide-eyed, I still looked at him and his wings. I would be absolutely terrified if I didn't know this demon, if I hadn't felt this comfortable. "That mouth of yours is really goi

His heart breaks for them, but for some reason, all he can see in their eyes is happiness. --------------------- Gilbert is ready to move. And his first step is to conquer an up-and-coming business. He wants to move fast, so he needs to be more ruthless than ever. He needs to be colder than he used to be. "It's done, boss." One of Gilbert's men announced. "Good." Gilbert got out of his car and walked towards the mansion in front of him. It's the majestic mansion of the Nortons. The estate has been in their family for 300 years. And Gilbert had his men massacre the entire family.

She told Melo as she bowed her head one last time and closed the door behind her. Past Melo’s bedroom is the floor’s tedious living area filled with windows that start from the ceiling and end to the flooring which were currently covered with heavy, emerald green drapes. Mrs. Hearty then signaled the maids to start pulling the drapes up, allowing the brightly yellow rays of the sun light up the entirety of the room. There wasn’t anything special in that floor except that it all belonged to Melo. The walls are painted with plain white and wooden linings. There are no paintings on the walls nor plants that could liven up the miserable and lonely ambiance of the room. The room has either white

With her flaming, catlike, wild eyes They were amber colored, like liquid gold Captivating me with every turn of her head, every breath And there I was lost in her eyes My throat dry. My body froze. My heart pounded. Oh, oh Amber eye, she has amber eyes The eyes of the wolf Woah, she got amber eyes Stilled, I let myself stayed on where I’m standing and watch the full performance without even blinking. I felt my eyes started watering as I settled my eyes on the guy who skillfully hitting the drums. My chest pounded when he raked his medium length hair using his right hand while he continues playing with the drumsticks on his left hand. His mouth parted while he bangs his head through the air.

Until Sho smiled at her as he continued to chant along with the others. They all went for a silence after reaching the number of chant repetition. A group of ladies lead a new slogan chant. "We're not damsels in distress! DEMOISELLE!" Aurelie's attention was immediately caught again and watched them. "Heartbeat never lies! THROBMAKER!" The male group in red attires said. "Mischievously creative! XENTRICS!" Aurelie looked at the male group that wore orange and green attires. "No one can stop us! RENEGADES!" The loudest male group in grey and black attires said.

At first Jana thinks it is the bone behind showing until two fluffy white feathers fall to the floor from the table followed by two more. Althea’s voices muffled screams with every shift, pain overtaking her eventually, tearing pain wails out of her throat. The motions become more pronounced as do the screams only stopping when a pair of ethereal wings extend fully to cover almost the whole space between the walls. The scene is celestial and hunting at the same time, Althea’s small figure curled down in a ball and the big wings contrasting with the soul shattering screams. Jana hadn’t noticed that her hands were still on her ears, putting them down once the screams of pain cease. She starts

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

My heart and body rebels at the thought I make my way to the back of the building and release my wings. The good thing about demon wings is that they can also materialize over my clothes. Fallon gives me a hard glare when I land on the roof. The building is not very tall. But it’s tall enough to obscure us from spectators. Thankfully, it’s still dark outside.

Instead, I place it in my pocket and walk out of the room. Slamming my bedroom door behind me, I run my fingers through my hair and pace around the room. My wings strain behind my back, desperate to come out. Removing my shirt, I walk over to the mirror and inspect my back. My tattooed wings glow and strain. I flex my back as the tattoo begins to vibrate until my wings retract. I strain my neck with relief as they flex and flutter. I hate keeping my wings hidden because it can be very painful. I guess the best way to describe it is that it feels like a stretch after a long day of sitting in one position. My wings flair, stirring the air around me. I don’t have tiny cherub wings. No, my wings