Secret Of The Wings Book Novels & Stories

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

“It usually appears when I’m angry or afraid. And sometimes when I’m hurt but there’s something else I want to tell you. Can we go to a secret place in the woods without prying eyes?” My brows creased as I looked at her but I didn’t ask why. I drove us home and then we went into the woods behind the backyard. She began to remove her shirt and I raised an eyebrow but then she surprised me when large godly-golden wings sprung out from her back and she shot up into the sky, wrapping her flaming wings around herself and spinning several times in the air before spreading them wide and descending slowly to the ground, looking like a greek goddess. Her eyes were that striking golden yellow as they

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I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

It seemed to be kept in a far corner of the library where it was not easily accessible, probably because it was a special book or because people hardly had any need of it. My hands trembled as I picked up the book, it was kept at the topmost part of the shelf so that I had to climb onto a chair before I was able to grab it. I could not help but wonder if Alpha Derek was right about my wolf being an abomination, is Sapphira really an abomination? If not, how was she able to do all of that? Fire and then ice? Well, we are about to find out now. I took the book and went with it to a secluded corner in the library where I would not be disturbed, and I sat down. My hands trembled when I started t

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

He knows I have a secret stash, but I would never tell him where it is, I might have to change it really soon so he doesn’t steal it. I pranced downstairs, not taking notice of my wings banking the stairwell all the way down. I squeaked, covering my mouth with both my hands. Mom hates it when I don’t put my wings away when I’m in the house. It wasn’t my fault they had a mind of their own. They just flutter when I get real happy and then when I get all sad, they droop like those cute little killer whales’ fins they keep in captivity. Those poor whales.