Invisible Wings Novels & Stories

We shared a silent understanding, a bond forged through years of friendship and now evolving into something more. The weight of our decision hung in the air, but neither of us faltered. We were ready to embrace the challenges that awaited us, to chase our dreams and create a future of our own. As the van hummed along the open road, I watched the scenery change, nature's canvas transforming with every passing moment. The bustling cityscape gave way to rolling hills and picturesque valleys. It was as if the landscape mirrored the journey of our own lives, the bustling streets replaced by wide-open spaces, inviting us to explore the vast expanse of possibilities.

Raph Conrad went back to the car and looked at the wounded soldier and said, "Now I will deceive them, go back to the barracks and call for support." After that, he immediately hugged Bella Risa and got out of the car, she was hugged by him and ran into the forest. When they saw that, they chased after him, bullets were constantly shooting at them. Suddenly a man with long iron claws rushed at them, behind Raph Conrad suddenly sprouted black wings. The two sides rushed to fight, with his skill and fighting body Raph Conrad very quickly defeated that guy. Watching them chase Raph Conrad hugged Bella Risa and ran. Raph Conrad couldn't levitate, because if he did, it would be easy to spot.

Each vision was accompanied by a wave of emotional intensity as if the memories were trying to communicate something important. In one particularly haunting vision, Lyra saw a young woman standing on the edge of a cliff, her silhouette framed against the twilight sky. The woman looked exactly like Lyra, with the same features and expression. The wind whipped around her, and she was whispering Elias’s name, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing.

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

“Yeah, she told me that she tattooed it together with her friends when she was in high school. It looks legit when she says that. So, she's definitely not a witch.” "Then, what is she?" "I don't know." I don’t know, either. I wish I knew, but I still haven’t figured out how she always managed to disappear. When I asked her, all she would answer was that she was not missing. Ugh! She’s giving me a headache. "Broken wings?" Vanna said softly. Via turned to us at once. We did not realize she had come. I was too occupied or maybe you just wouldn't really notice when Vanna. Owls actually have the gift to hide themselves from people and vampires. They can hide their smell.

The Maybach's tires crushed the white rose petals scattered on the driveway. I floated in the night air, watching the car carry my entire family into the darkness. Only I knew that those crushed white roses were the gift I'd spent six months growing for Victor's birthday.

I drew closer. She had horns and clawed hands crossed over the wings which were covering her body. As I stopped a few feet from the fire, I noticed the wings weren’t attached to her. Like she was holding her lost body parts to her, protecting herself from prying eyes. I took my bag off my shoulder and brought my camera up to take a couple pictures of her. The faint smile on her face made her look peaceful. This must be the Vasilia they mentioned in the broadcast. I pulled my blanket out and set it on the ground.

~Omniscient The invisible hand around Ivy’s throat tightened until stars burst at the edges of her vision. She kicked against nothing, clawing at the air, but Caelum’s magic held her high, her body thrashing helplessly. Around her, Aeron was on his knees, choking, his wolf form flickering like a flame under rain. The Obsidian guards writhed on the floor, gasping, their weapons clattering uselessly from limp fingers.

Skin the color of water left too long in a bowl: thin, gray, stretched - Eyes black from lid to lid, glossy and hungry. Three more unpeeled themselves from the shadows behind it: one climbing down a trunk like a spider; one stepping backward out of a tree as if the bark were a curtain; one crouched low, fingers dug into the soil. “Stay,” she whispered to Umbra. He answered with a growl so low it felt like it rattled her ribs. The foremost creature tilted its head. “You called,” it said. “I didn’t,” she said. “Yessss…” another answered from her left, voice wet and amused. “Glasss and blood and windowssss… crying. You ssssang. We heard.”

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."