Spreading Your Wings Book Novels & Stories

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

'Do not pick one of the crazy ones either. Reap System: Very well then... selecting from new ones now... let's see...getting you some wings...and.. maybe..claws.. a little fur as well. Ren stopped and grinned. Reap loved the dramatic scenes at times. A big fan of going big and crazy, over small and simple things at most times. Whatever he decided would most likely turn weird at the end. One time he allowed it to pick, he gained big yellow feathers and a beak. Reminded him of a story his parents read to him back on Primordial Earth. If they were not in a world full of monsters, he would have been horrified at the time.

Raven studied her, searching for something beneath the surface. Cherry tapped ash onto the floor. “I learned early. If you want anything in this place—safety, favors, the tiniest bit of control—you gotta learn how to play. This way… it’s the only way I ever knew.” The silence between them hung heavy, raw and real. Raven nodded slowly, but her chest still ached. Her eyes dropped to the floor. “I’m not good at this,” she whispered. Cherry softened, bumping her shoulder lightly against Raven’s.

“Roots and wings?” “Exactly,” he said, turning the notebook toward her. “Our roots are what anchor us—our routines, our home, the little rituals that make life ours. The wings… are the dreams we haven’t chased yet. The trips, projects, even the businesses or hobbies we’ve always wanted to explore. We can grow safely and still soar.” Grace traced her finger along the lines of the notebook. There were ideas for community projects, plans for trips they could take together, even proposals for joint ventures that reflected both their talents. Each page radiated intention, care, and a promise of shared ambition.

“Open to chapter three.” I obeyed. Mostly because the look she was giving me suggested violence. "Symbolism", she whispered. I frowned. “What’s symbolism again?” Her eyes widened. “You cannot be serious.” “I’m very serious.” She flipped open the book. “The bluebird represents freedom.” “It’s a bird.” “It’s a symbol.” “It’s still a bird.” She closed her eyes. “This is going to be a very long semester.” “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll carry us.”

Rule number one is that if anyone sees your wings, you have the full consent of the family to kill that person unless they're like us. Actually, that might be rule number two. Number one might be table manners. Or that might be three. I know four is knock on doors and push daffodils. Five was something like say 'excuse me' when you burp or fart. So if somebody does peek on me and I fart on them, I have to remember to say that. The trickling water runs across the surface of my blue wings, and I feel it start to ease and stretch back to my normal six-yard wingspan. My shower, because maybe I have diamonds laying around like old pairs of shoes, is big enough for that.

It was there in the bathing pools where Michael taught me how to raise my wings off the floor, so they didn't drag. I learned how to open and close the wings and how to prepare for take-off. He gave me the basic knowledge of how to work my wings. All I had to do was apply it in real life. When he felt confident that I could keep my wings raised off the ground without tiring. Michael stood in front of me and placed his hands on my waist. We took off into the air. “Spread your wings, I’m going to let go.” I did as he instructed, he let go, and I dived down towards the ground. I struggled to use the new muscles in my back attached to my wings and forced the primary and secondary into the correc

“I know she’s probably looking for something to smack me with.” “I bet things will settle down soon. All you can do is be there. Pull them back when they get close to the edge and try to steer them down the right path. It’s a fine line to be right beside and just behind them. They have to spread their wings in order to learn who they are, but it can get tricky.”

Chapter 12 RUBIN "What the fuck?" I stare back at him as he loom over me–he is so tall that I have to crane my neck to be able to stare at him. My wings appeared instantly, nervously fluttering on my back, my hands steadily growing sweaty as I swallowed. I was quite shock that I was still breathing for I am afraid of what he will do. A few seconds passed and I squared up my shoulders, taking the book from the floor while trying to gather up more courage as I began to speak, “He-hello there. It's me, Rubin, Rubin Hearthrowe. What about you? What is your name?" I cringed at how shaky my voice appeared and instead, tighten my hold at the book. He glared at my hand which is currently holding the

Mom answered, and I was confused for a second until she rushed chanting words from the book; Ruby and her brothers were trying to get to her, but the line stopped them. “Can you fly? Jump up?” “It's too high.” “We have to stop her!” I couldn't move to help, so I just watched and prayed they would do something; she couldn't get away with all this. With all the lives she took. Well, it seemed they had finally found a way, as a strip of the line was cut, making it possible to cross, Ruby did but it was too late as Mom jumped into the book, which opened like a mouth, and it happened so fast that it was suddenly rising from the ground, wings developing on its sides as it tried to fly; it was goin