Secret Of The Wings Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wolfie pressed against her side, the dog’s eyes innocent and apologetic. “It’s OK, we helped the bird to get out,” Leila said, patting the dog’s head. “I was scared, too.” But the wall’s secret opening gnawed at Leila’s curiosity until she couldn’t resist. Grabbing a flashlight, she ventured into the hidden space. It was just wide enough for her to squeeze through, and dust hung thick in the air, tickling her nose. The walls were lined with old wood, the planks creaking under her weight as she ascended a narrow staircase.

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

” I had come across it by accident when I was young, and till then, nobody else had discovered it. Rumor had that the forbidden wing contained ancient records, dark family secrets, and treaties with old bloodlines, even a rumor from the whispers I had heard in a secret meeting, that the forbidden wing held a world changing secret. The formula for creating a world nuclear weapon was held in Johnson's forbidden wing. Hence, the tight and packed security all around the facility. I pulled out the rusted key, the one I had stolen from Father’s study all those years ago. The cold metal bit into my palm. Using my hands to pull off the thorns and shrubs covering the trap door, I inserted the key.

Frustration gnawed at me as I slammed the cover of the hardcover book shut. "The brotherhood of wistful whisperers," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair away from my eye. I retied my hair, making sure that no loose strands were on my face. The book I had just closed was filled with tales of assassins and rebels. There was nothing about the Obsidian Wolves. The Obsidian Wolves were like the secret of the secret society. Disheartened, I looked around the endless rows of the palace library, each shelf holding more than a hundred books. How long would it take me to find something reasonable?

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

He promised. That's when I felt it. The cracking in my spine. I felt like someone had broken my spine. I screamed in pain as my whole body was on fire. Every muscle and tendon ripping away and forming something completely new. My bones reforming after splintering and breaking. In an instant I was down on all fours. I looked up and both my parents were about 20 feet away from me. My wolf was a dark chocolate brown. My parents cried in happiness. I turned to see that Jessica had shifted.

Carys: I assume you saw what was in the box you dropped off earlier? My pulse raced as the little dots floated around. Deacon: Yeah, and I have to say, I’m pretty surprised. My heart hammered against my chest. But before I could reply, he sent another text. Deacon: I didn’t take you for a black licorice person. Worst candy ever. Oh my God. Carys: Nice try pretending you didn’t see the book. I shut my eyes tightly and cringed. Deacon: What book? ;-)

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME THE BLOOD QUEEN WITCHES SERIES PAMPERED DEVIOUS LITTLE WIFE WINNING THE MOON BUTTERFLIES OF FREEDOM *************************************GEEGEE*************************** She was so exhausted from running that she couldn't help but stop at the cliff's edge to catch her breath. The only place she could think of to flee after being pursued for three days with nowhere to go was here. In her hour of need, she had summoned that

They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice. She had made wings. Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And I was the only one who knew what she truly was. A witch. The word settled in my chest like a stone. Not heavy. Not cold. Just... true. Everything clicked into place. The ice. The scars. The binding. The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me.