Invisible Wings Novels & Stories

With his forehead still touching the wall, he turned cautiously, tilting it to reveal what he'd been so desperately trying to conceal from me. Ethan's eyes were pools of obsidian black. All the white had been eradicated. The blue iris was gone. The only colour that remained was the pupil that now burned an iridescent orange fire, that could have been mistaken for rage if it wasn't for the overwhelming sense of sadness that consumed his expression. Underneath his eyes, that same inky-stain that plagued his hands, was stretching down over his cheekbones, the tendrils snaking out from the edge like feathery veins under his skin. Angel wings , I thought. Like angel wings across his face .

The giant glass spider the Eraser shrieked as the wall of gold light hit it. It tumbled backward through the dark void of the server, its glass legs snapping like dry twigs. I gripped Bryan’s hand, my feet finally touching the floating platform of code. I couldn't stop staring at the woman standing next to Silas. She had my face, my height, and the same small scar on her chin. But her eyes weren't gold or brown. They were a burning, brilliant red. And behind her, two wings made of flickering orange fire stretched out, lighting up the darkness of the digital world.

A smirk took over his lips. It was proof for him that Becca knew about the vampire potion because it was her research over the Lycans, which meant she researched about the vampires as well. Why would someone research about other creatures, that too, someone like Becca if she didn’t know about the existence of these creatures? he wondered. “Did you fin—” Vanessa stopped midway as the Insworthe twins sensed the familiar scent nearby. “Shit.” At that instant, he put the notebook back where it was and closed the closet. Then he closed his eyes and chanted something, which made him go invisible.

But the original plans, yellowed, brittle—told a different story. There was a sublevel beneath the clinic. Not the archives. Not the morgue. A wing sealed decades ago. Labeled simply: Ward Zero. And next to it, handwritten in red ink: No mirrors. No music. No light. Adrien felt the weight of that warning sink into his bones. Something was coming undone. And Mila was the key.

An icy chill ran through my entire body. Gavin was inside the tent, holding a camera. Filming. Everything I had just done… had been recorded. Panic hit me all at once. "What are you doing with that camera?" I asked. Gavin's smile twisted. "Evidence," he said. "Everything you just did. It's all on here. No way you're getting out of this." He started laughing, and the sound made my skin crawl. For a moment, I wondered if he had lost his mind, what he was even trying to do.

"The lights will explode if you turn them on." I halted my footsteps, but I quickly realized that the comments were trying to trick me. I took a deep breath and continued making my way toward the door. However, as if to prove the commenters weren't lying, the overhead lights began swaying. I didn't even lift my head. Pretending to be confused, I asked, "Where's the wind coming from?" Comments floated by my vision again. "Looks like she really can't see us. She definitely would have shrank back."

I tipped a single drop onto her wrist. The light came faster this time. It didn’t ease outward, but rather erupted, white and gold and staggering, climbing up and up and spreading wide. And within it, unfolding from her back in a rush that pushed me back a full step, two wings extended: enormous, white, spanning the width of the hut from wall to wall. I gasped, both hands flying to my mouth. Melissa stared at me, her eyes wide. “What? What is it? What do you see?”

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

I said trying to scare them. I didn’t think it would scare them, okay? I laughed at them as they were hitting me and pushing one another on who will be on the line. “What do you want me to do? Lead you the way or stay behind you and let you figure out the way?” I asked them while I belly-laughed. “Think about this. What if out of the blue, someone just popped out in one of the mirrors here?” I added and they all hit me. “Did you know that faced mirrors create a vortex or a portal for spirits from the world of the dead to go to the living world?” I added and they all hit me once again.

but I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea: -This is relevant, what are you or I going to do with Katrina and Malvina non- Isaac agreed -now, get out of my room- and without a second thought, Isaac got up and practically ran out. Bait laughed at the fear Isaac showed- you better be afraid, you idiot- he muttered as he threw himself in his chair, put one foot on top of the other under the table, pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and made a call, and when it was answered he said: -Prepare the Invisible Eagle. Invisible Eagle nowadays is a mini dronemini of less than 40 centimeters -equipped with trackers and GP'S that can reach up to 50 kilometres per hour. Its