Spreading Your Wings Book Novels & Stories

Like I didn’t belong. The sting of it lingered, even now. And I hated that it got to me. So, I pushed the thought aside, focused on folding kitchen towels, and pretended I didn’t notice when Zach looked up and caught me watching him. He didn’t say anything, just smiled a little. And kept fitting in. By the time the last box was emptied, the bookshelf was built, and Spitfire’s throne was once again draped in her favorite blanket, the apartment felt… real. Lived-in. Mine.

Hawk’s Point of View It didn’t take long after hanging up with June that I was already regretting my decision. It’s not that I minded helping June out, heaven knows she has been a life saver more than once for me, but I hate letting people into my sanctuary. I had meticulously built the walls up around our home, and knowingly letting in an outsider felt like I was betraying a part of myself. I like order, schedules, and discipline. Chaos, drama, and unnecessary crap do not belong here.

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

'HEAVENLY DEMON WINGS' were the words written on this book in large letters. "Heavenly demon wings....what a good name for a skill. I hope that this technique is just as good as its name suggests," Tsarayu said to himself while looking at this book. Tsarayu liked reading such a dominating name, and he was already impressed with the name of this technique. Tsarayu thus decided to read it. Tsarayu opened this book and started reading. As he was reading this book page by page, his expressions were constantly changing regularly, from curious to amazed, then to shocked, and then to thoughtful.