House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

Something heavy slammed against the floor across the gym. Bjorn and I both turned toward the sound. For a moment I assumed someone had knocked over a piece of equipment. Then I saw her. The girl stood frozen near the far wall. And behind her— Wings. Not just wings. Angel wings. But nothing like the ones I had seen before. They were enormous, feathers darker than midnight, the surface catching the overhead lights with a faint blue iridescence when they shifted. The air around them still rippled from the force of their sudden appearance.

He couldn't wait for her to catch up; he was sure she would understand. When he got to Emily's house, he flung the door open and was shocked by what he saw. He stood at the door for a moment, trying to process what had happened. He looked at his mother; her wings had popped out. It was the same as his the first time they came out, only that hers was larger. Emily's mother also popped out her huge fiery wings. He gazed at her fire-illuminated wings. He looked around the room; it was partially destroyed; the two women were positioned as if they were getting ready for combat; Emily stood, shocked and confused.

"Raymond, you can't just show your wings like that. People will see," Ravi panicked as he hurriedly pulled Raymond inside the house after finding Raymond with torn clothes when his wings forcibly burst out in the middle of their front yard. Ravi sighed heavily; he didn't see anyone around for a moment and felt a bit relieved. Raymond's large wings were folded behind him. Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?"

No one to stop me - not even my dad or my mom or even human security officials in the way. Hell, I don't even think they would be able to figure me out. I smirk at him and wince as I extend my hands and unleash very large, enormous bat-like wings from my back, swapping them swiftly as I ascend slowly into the air, and Damon looks at me with his eyes wide as if not believing what he is looking at. I smile at him and give him my middle finger before smoothly moving away from where he is and ascending further deep into the skies, trying to locate where our apartment is.

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

I suddenly hate the owner of this mansion for bringing me here. I glance behind me, giving the guard angry eyes. Heading towards the balcony, I spot something hanging on the wall. A picture. It piques my interest. So, I stop and stare. I haven't seen a picture hung on the walls of this mansion. On closer observation, I realize it's not a picture. But a painting. The space between my brows creases as I take in the violent display of a war. People with wings, different colors of wings pin down others with wings, driving swords through their hearts. My breath hitches as a bloody image of a war plays before my eyes, and the faint cry of Sin's voice reaches my ears.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s