If My Heart Had Wings Novels & Stories

Yes I do deserve it no matter what you might think or say_even though I feel like shit with my swollen face_my heart is gladden beyond doubt because I know am this close to winning her over. Aria will be mine. The thought of having her in my life like I have always imagined is enough to brighten my night as I sat in the dark with a pack of ice against my nose. The more pain I felt, the more adrenaline pumped through my veins. All my life_I have gotten whatever I set my heart upon and am not going to fail now. I was still high up in my horse dreaming of a future i can already foresee coming true before I heard my phone ringing which kinda pulled me out of my dreamland as well.

I’d barely been able to keep them a secret during my first shift but by the Goddess was I glad I did. People began to murmur again, praising Carys, “How can this be?” I heard Vivian mutter to my father who was looking equally stunned. “A snowflake on her forehead! How rare!” “And look at those wings! They’re gorgeous!” “Much more powerful than Freya’s.” The snowflake symbolised my father’s pack, The Ice Heart Pack and my wings must’ve come from my mother’s in the Feather Wing Pack. They were large and beautiful as Carys flexed them for all to see.

“Who gave you the wings you now have to talk that way to me, tell me so I can break the person’s wing before breaking the one you borrowed.” “My Queen, I have no wing you speak of.” Chandler returns with a brittle smile. “I am not foolish enough to bring any into this place, not when I remember how you broke the wings off doves and then watch them bleed to death. No, your majesty, I have learnt my lesson about wings.”

Before that, light gathered around me and I dangled the wings of life that had been cut off in the past. I looked sharply at Jack and I smiled, I was standing with the golden Seraphim wings created behind my back so majestic. I haven't seen these three pairs of angel wings fluttering behind my back in a long time. "You... How could you do that?" Everyone is shocked. "You've had your wings cut off, right... But why..." said Jack disapprovingly. "Yes, that's true." I smiled as I remembered this was my last wish to heaven. Give me my wings and I will seal all dissidents on the black hill. With me, Xiao Jack Li.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

I breathe the fresh, cold air deep into my lungs as the wind breezes through my feathers, greeting me like an old friend. I look ahead, a smile deep in my essram as I take in the radiant majesty that is the white light of the sun. I feel its warmth on my feathers as it casts its glow across the clouds, embracing me as I start to truly feel reborn. With power and happiness spreading through my limbs like jet fuel, I take off at top speed, chasing the sun once more, leaving all my fears and all my pain behind me as I fly into my future with open wings and an open heart.

Listen to the rhythm of my heartbeats, The morning never meets the night there. Let’s together we fly and go there. I have brought the wings let's fly. Let’s go there, let’s go to make love. We both go to that place.

My voice echoed through the air, making me look exactly like the last boss of a game, except there’s no dramatic music rolling in the background. “May you live a prosperous life.” Meaning, may you live well. My wings expanded on my will. Without bothering to even read the flying manual (Which, I don’t think I have one) I leaped off the ground and start gliding mid air, disappearing from her and the villager’s sight.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

His finger tracing an elegant arc in the air, "wouldn't it... look more like that moment when a butterfly's wings are struggling, trying to break free from its cocoon?" I was utterly still, my fingers tightening around the milk cup. For the first time, someone... so directly, so accurately, had seen past the "Broken Wings" series to the chaotic, painful emotions and metaphors I couldn't put into words.