Invisible Wings Novels & Stories

Do it, I whispered. With pleasure, Vane said. I turned and ran. I crashed through the glass. The wind shattered the silence. The world turned upside down. I fell toward the churning black waves of the North Sea. Now, Julian commanded. Evolve. I didn't understand. But my body did. The skin on my back split. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. Something wet and membranous unfolded from my shoulder blades. Wings. Not feather wings. Wings of skin and bone, like a bat or a dragon.

When she awoke in her room with everyone surrounding her, her eyes blazed violet and lilac. She was beyond pissed! It was time to set things right, she would not relive her past lives.

Aria couldnt hold back her tears at this point as they began to pool in her eyes and clouding her vision. She couldn't recognized the man standing before her no matter how hard she tried and it wasn't because of her clouded vision_heck the man standing right there and injecting her with so much venom and vile could not be the same man who she has loved with everything. This man before her was staring at her with so much contempt and disgust. So much so that he can't even realize the truth staring right at him in the face. She couldn't let him see her cry any more than he already has as she began to wipe off the last drop of tears with her back hands and sniff back the rest with a new kind o

Chapter 72 — The Hum Before the Impact The side street beside the hospital carried that deceptively peaceful rhythm of midday. Sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees, scattering restless shadows across the pavement. A cool breeze drifted through the air, as if whispering, Everything is calm today. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Because half a block away, inside a dark sedan with tinted windows, there was no calm. Inside, hell was breathing in human form. Valeria Montesino. Her hair hidden beneath a cheap blonde wig, oversized sunglasses covering half her face, and a baseball cap pulled low over her eyebrows. No one would recognize her… but anyone standing close

“We’re going home. We’re going back to the pack.” “The pack...” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They weren't sapphire anymore; they were dark violet, reflecting the sky outside. I looked up through the windshield and my heart hit my throat. The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, bleeding crimson, streaked with veins of black lightning that thundered. High, piercing wails that vibrated through the metal of the car.

The cameras flashes from different angles, it’s expected on the arrival of the new CEO of one the biggest oil industry in Canada. “Keep your head high, a slight bow can cause them to begin asking questions.” Ethan whispers, and I flinch, my heart skipping a beat, when his hand grazes my lower back. I swallow, and try to fix my posture, it’s thanks to him I realized, I am dodging the cameras.

"Look at the light." In the center of the clearing, the massive, black-matte Vane VTOL was hovering like a prehistoric bird. Its searchlights cut through the forest canopy, turning the swirling ash into a storm of grey ghosts. The side door slid open with a mechanical hiss, and a figure stepped out into the blinding glare. Silas.

Blue green in the darkness. Always itself. He starts the engine. We go home.

Every other time one of her past selves had died Lawrence s release from the flames and into the Announcer had been simultaneous. Something was different; something that was making her see things that couldnt possibly be real. Wings on fire. Daniel! she cried out. What looked like Daniels wings soared through waves of flames, catching fire but not smoldering, as if they were made of fire. All she could make out were white wings and violet eyes. Daniel? The fire rolled across the darkness like a giant wave across an ocean. It crashed onto an invisible shore and washed furiously over Lawrence , rushing up her body, over her head, and far behind her.

He could go back to his old self, live a normal life and enjoy the best of what life had to offer him. He looked into my eyes and saw my face. I sadly realized that he looked right through me. Like I was… invisible. How ironic that I had always wanted to be invisible since I went back to school. But now, I wanted Hunter to look at me… and see me the way he did when he was blind. I had waited for this moment for the past five hundred forty-eight days. Each night, I would imagine throwing myself in his arms and giving him a tight embrace. I would think about how it would be when he finally said he loved me… and how I would say I loved him too.