If My Heart Had Wings Novels & Stories

But this time, I didn't feel a heartbeat. I felt the rhythmic beating of wings.

Its pulse throbbed under my fingers, wild and untamed. The dragon screamed, wings beating with violent force. I clung tighter, spreading my own wings, letting silver light pulse outward, blinding and pure. The energy wrapped around the heart like a vise, isolating it from the dragon’s defenses. Every ounce of my strength, every breath, every heartbeat of the pup inside me guided me forward.

Wind roars through my ears and my heart races at breakneck speed. I shut my eyes against the killing drop rushing up my face. A burst of power surges through me and with everything I am, I will wings of fire to sprout from my back. It doesn't work. Fear explodes within me and I cross my hands over my face, a last, useless attempt to shield my fall. But then I'm suspended in the air. My heart soars. A quick look behind shows me two flaming wings!

Time passed quickly as Adelard watched his son run through the places where he himself had once run and played as well. He saw himself in him and the happiness was too strong to remember all the pain and anger. No, his heart had always remained pure, without resentment or hatred. And it was his strength that created wings on his back that could never break. A heart without resentment is wings.

It really wasn’t that long a fall at all. It’s so open down here. I’ve seen it countless times from the sky, but I’ve never actually touched the ground before. I’ve never seen how big it is. Sand stretches endlessly into the horizon, never-ending. There’s nothing living in sight. No buildings arcing above me to make me feel small, just the vastness to swallow me whole. I clench my teeth and my heart pounds in my chest. Wait. No. That’s not my heart. It’s wings.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

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Marmaroth – the angel who can thwart fate. I would be joking if I said that the months of my life had been perfect. That everything was peachy, filled with smile and laughter, with an abundance of blessings and love. Sure, the nightmares didn’t come often since the day I met Hunter. But I lived each day in pain… a different kind of pain from what my mother and stepfather had left me. Another first. My first heartbreak.

And for you, I would do everything, anything, Even to the point of chopping my own wings, Because, I have seen you from afar, And in my heart, you are my world, my light, Thus, I will follow you, Even if my soul falls apart.

Limitless highs and unbearable lows. He kept walking down the seamlessly unending hallway and passed each locked door without a desire to gain access until he stood before an unlocked door, that was slightly ajar. He heard a woman's voice begging to be set free and he pushed the door open and ran in as she screamed in agony. He watched helplessly as their ghostly shadows horrifically played out the abuse that Hal imparted on Lili. Finn reached out to pull Hal away but his hand went through the ethereal illusion before him.