Novel & Cerita If My Heart Had Wings

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

Just us—choosing each other, building a family, refusing to surrender to fear or trauma or every voice that said this was impossible. Some hearts break. Some hearts surrender. Ours? We built an empire from the shattered pieces. And the heart that wouldn't surrender finally learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be loved exactly as you are. THE END

“You’re not going through life without me. Not ever.” Her hand went to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart under her fingers. “I trust you,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever.”

You’ve seen the real me—the man who kept you warm, kept you safe, the man who pulled you out of nothing and made you into something the world couldn’t ignore. They don’t understand what we have. They couldn’t. You’re not like them. You’re mine. You always were. I can feel it. You’re waiting for me. You’re hoping I’ll come. And I will. I’m still fighting. For you. For us. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, I’ll find a way back to you. And when I do, we’ll leave this rotten city behind. Just the two of us. Like we always talked about. No more clubs, no more noise. Just peace. Just you and me.

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

“You’re right, I’m going to see her.” He gives me a wistful smile and salutes me with his drink. “Good luck.” Stepping out of the club, I make my way to my car. I can’t help but think about what I’m going to do. As I drive up to my hill, I take a couple of moments to contemplate my options. Even though Azazel’s advice is useful, I can’t help but feel trepidation build in my stomach. As if certain of what I should do, my wings strain for release. I don’t think as I unbutton my shirt and remove it. My wings expand behind my back, flexing and fluttering with relief. It’s been difficult to contain my wings lately. I guess if I had to describe it, I would say it feels like if you had your hands t

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol

His deep rich seductive voice resonated around her The first to char in the flame is the heart or the wings of the moth? I wonder which pains more.. All Hearts!!

To tell Slade all the things in my heart I’ve been holding back for far too long, starting with I love him more than all the stars in the sky. The outline of the cabin my mate grew up in appears before me. And I swear it’s his silhouette in the window I see. He’s looking for me in the darkness too. My heart feels like it has grown wings and soars high above the trees. And I don’t want to ever come back down again.

It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it is being torn apart—it feels like it is being cut open. I couldn't take it any longer, so I roared in desperation while releasing the power in me, causing an explosion of light that shattered the darkness restraining me as I spread my wings and flapped them as hard as I could while jumping to the sky. I dashed forward, towards the path that my heart was telling me to go, without placing my foot on the ground.