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I can only stand with my hands covering my boobs as I can’t even manage to put a bra on my wings are in the way, Dominic instructs Adrian to turn around but keep his eyes facing up. He does as he is told and then tries to talk me through folding my wings back into my body.“Try and think of them retracting back into your shoulder blades, It may hurt slightly but you will get used to it. but try and clear your mind and then think about it” I take a deep breath and do as he says, I calm my mind and then envision my huge heavy ass wings retracting. All of a sudden I felt light again and I could finally breathe, there was a slight dull ache when the retracted but other than that it was fine. I op

His breathing was deep, his smirk a teasing one. I said nothing, and instead slowly stood up and walked to his right wing. My fingers touched the material softly, and a shudder from Adrian made the wings vibrate slowly. The leathery material felt strange, like something not earthly. "What does it feel like, when someone touches them?" I asked, my fingers running over his great wing with care. A few scars and tiny holes were visible but I could tell his wings were strong. "Well.. Nobody has ever touched my wings." He answered and I snapped my head to him in response, my hand halting on the leather.

THE WOLF BENEATH THE FLAME When Thunder Speaks Deep night. Rain lashes the windows of the Omega Quarter. Xavier lies in his small cot, curled in sweat-soaked sheets. Thunder rolls overhead like war drums. The room flickers with every lightning flash. Xavier (groaning, sitting upright, breath sharp): “…not again…” A pulse erupts in his chest—like fire ripping through veins. He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him.

said the man with the beam rods, pointing it at Luna, the man with wings on his back observed both Luna and Wren for a while, shook is head, flew to the now unconscious man in the wall, “Bryan, let’s leave.” He said, putting the unconscious man on his shoulder, Bryan widened his eyes, looked at him then he left out a harsh breath, the rods on his hand dispersed as a disc like beam formed under his feet and elevated up, the man with wings on his back slowly flapped his wings as he levitated. He glanced down to Wren and Luna, both staring at him also then he looked at the four Humanes of short nature with an evil eyes for some seconds then Bryan and him flew away leaving Wren and Luna with the

The rogues definitely didn’t want the confrontation and I watched in amazement as they quickly dispersed, picking up the body of their fallen comrade. Xaden continued to glare at them, only shifting back to normal when they were all gone. He looked over at me and drew me close for a warm embrace. He stroked my hair and held my chin up, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. I leaned into him and kissed him passionately. I clutched tightly to the safety of his presence

“Nothing more to say?” More silence, frightful and awkward. “Very well,” he growled, low and through clenched teeth. “So be it.” Xaden lowered his hand and I—fully expecting a mere lift to my feet—took it. Instead, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his broad, warm chest as if I were the most precious thing. A small gasp slipped past my lips. “Xaden,” I whispered, blushing, “I can walk—”

He asked in his deep velvety voice. This was the question that I was dreading the most. What could I say without letting slip that they were coming here? How could I word it without alerting him to my dishonesty? I turned my head to face him, and I couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across my face. Azael furrowed his brow, and he tilted his head at me, as his eyes widened, while my own illuminated. He dropped my wrist and went to move, but it was too late, I ascended and burst into flames. He screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. As my wings extended, the force of them pushed him backwards and the chair tipped back sending us slamming into the floor.

Zaphkiel - archangel whose name means "the knowledge of God." My heart pounded inside my ribcage and I thought I forgot how to breathe. Even without looking, I knew what… or rather, who I bumped into. I stood still, unable to move, afraid to make a sound. I felt him move in front of me. He didn’t take a step back though. Instead, I felt his hand entrap mine against his bare chest, holding me in place. Then, I felt his fingers graze my cheek, almost touching my scars. Then his hand touched my nape lightly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

XURDEN woke up in a drilling pain all over his body. When he opened up his eyes, he saw himself lying down on his bed. He tried moving, but the pain became unbearable. In the end, he just looked around the room with only his head moving. He could feel he was not alone in that room. He was not wrong about his guts because he found Yric standing by the window, holding out a book. The early sunlight hitting the younger boy made him partially blind, which was why he closed his other eye. A sense of melancholy surrounded Yric, and he knew why, because he already had a grasp of what would happen next. What occurred last night was just like a dream to him. If things get out of hand and the first re