House Of Beating Wings Novels & Stories

Grand, yet suffocating. I don’t want to be that fragile, broken thing anymore. That silent victim. That innocent cripple anyone could step over. Not again. I’ve fought back before. But this time… this time there’s no leash. No promises of freedom to hold me hostage. He has nothing on me now. There were massive porcelain vases on either side of the staircase, ornamental and absurd in their extravagance. I paused. Then, for one last time, I looked up at the wide wings of the house, filling my lungs with air and pulling every shred of courage I had into my bones.

His voice was deep, monotonous. I clenched my fists at my sides, the crescent shapes of my nails surely being imprinted onto my palms, "Who the fuck are you and you better choose your words wisely because killing you won't be that difficult." I shrugged off my jacket and threw it on the ground. Rolling my shoulders, I let my wings out and unfurled them but the room wasn't big enough to accommodate their large size. I didn't even care if the shirt I wore tore into shreds because of my wings.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

“Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger. “Come with me, you will love it.” “Come with you where? Nah, pretty huge wings but I'll pass.”

“I don't think you know what you need.” “What are you, my father?” He kept mute but his pretty boy smile never left his face. “I am only trying to brighten your mood, I don't like seeing you this way at all.” “Me too, I don't like seeing me this way.” He went to my window and opened it fully. As he stood, I saw something I had never seen before. With his upper body outside the window, he brought out his wings. Man, they were huge. They weren't made of feather but rather of meat, I guessed. Kind of similar to a bat's wing, only way cuter….and way, way, way bigger.

Yet again, none responded to him. "Nevea, love, hang in there. I'll take you out." He scooped her body, carrying her in a bridal style. The moment he spun around, a big frame on the first floor made his breath stuck in his throat. "Wings." Inside the frame were beautiful white wings. It blended perfectly with the rest of the wall decoration that he completely missed the first time he saw it. As if everything wasn't enough, fire ate the wings away. At the same time, Nevea's cry of agony then infiltrated Zach's senses. Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden.

“Now, I am walking to that room. I want to see what is behind the locked door.” Clayton walked with his breathing was held and his body bent over to the wall, carefully making unsuspecting movement to the locked and chained up door. He gasped when he heard something behind the door heavily breathed with some growling sounds. Carefully he opened the small window on the door to peek into the room. The scent of damped room blended with the aroma of fresh blood aired the room and what Clayton saw inside was more horrendous…he saw a big creature appeared such kind of a man with his long never shaved hair, long sharp scissors nails on his both hands and a pair of imperfect devil shaped wings on hi

I froze. They were worse than anyone could imagine. Not just wolves with wings. They looked like wolves that had been stitched wrong, leaner bodies, longer limbs, claws hooked like talons. Their wings weren’t feathered. They were thin, membranous, stretched from bone like bat wings, beating with a force that sounded like sails snapping in storm wind. Their mouths opened and their teeth looked like glass shards. They screamed again and dove.

He is not going to stop after coming this far , whether Win likes or not they are going to do this till end. Adom raised himself up, allowing his spine and shoulder blades to crack and grind as leathery wings burst forth from his back. Blood oozed down his sides and onto Win chest. He reached down and rubbed the thick dark liquid into his lover’s skin. Win never see his devil wings, but if you ask Win then his answer is still same, Adom look dangerous and beautiful at same time.

With only one palm, I was able to make it tip and fall. The glasses shattered into a million pieces, shooting shards at all of us in the room. I didn't mind the pain as the wings lay flat on the ground. "Your master is back," I said with a menacing smile before extending my arms forward. The wings rose from the ground like it had a mind of its own before flying to my direction. I stared at it lovingly waiting for it to come.