The Wings Upon Her Back Novels & Stories

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

She had become something beyond that—something celestial and terrible. Her body shimmered like starlight given shape, her skin glowing faintly beneath the layers of enchanted ash. Even from where I stood, I could feel her energy—sharp as obsidian, cold as deep space. The ritual hadn’t just awakened her. It had rewritten her. Then the impossible happened. Wings. Not of feather or bone, but forged from pure silver mist, erupted from her back. They arched like blades, wide and terrible, each beat of them stirring the air with a pressure that bent trees and cracked stone.

She finally walks to my front, stands between my legs, and caresses my face. "Maven said by decapitating my wings, they made sure that I was never going to take my throne back. And they were right," she paused to look at me, her dainty fingers caressing my neck, her eyes locked with mine. "The moment they burn my wings in front of me, the pain was so great that it made me now able to generate sadness to suck in more energy sometimes without me even noticing."

She heard the clang of blades and she knew she had to get ready. Free of her corset her wings materialize themselves. They were just as bold and glorious as her mother’s. She couldn’t sense any danger coming from her side so she knew they were all coming from her mother’s side. She saw one of the rebels as they tried to climb over the palace walls and she reacted. Moving the air around her moved as her wings flapped as hard as they could as she flew to the palace walls. She stood her feet astride on the great wall as she fought the men clambering up the beating of her wings keeping her steady on her feet.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

Like she was unmaking me, piece by piece. “I am what comes after you,” she said between blows. “I am what survives you,” I answered. The last swing shattered the ground beneath us, cracking the valley floor and sending both our armies sprawling. We landed hard. I tasted blood. Before I could rise, her boot pressed to my chest. “You were never meant to last,” she whispered. “Just to open the gate.” Behind her, something massive stirred in the tear she’d walked through. Wings. Not angelic. Shadowed. Ancient.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

Raymond's head was tilted upward, gazing at the dark sky with its twinkling stars. Ravi gazed at Raymond's outstretched wings, which slowly flapped with soft feathers dancing in the biting morning breeze. The black feathers of Raymond's wings were as dark as the night sky, and something stirred in Ravi's chest as he watched those wings, as if he was living in a fantasy tale he had once read. Ravi was captivated when Raymond turned and descended from the window, his eyes widening as he locked eyes with Ravi.

She whispered. My head jerked to her. I stared at her back. There were two long scars on her back, "Where are your wings? Are you hurt?" I gasped. Tears blinded my version. I was thankful for her gripping my hand, "He did this?" I asked, shocked and a surge of anger coursed through me. I wanted to hurt him. She glanced over her shoulder. Her old torn gown was backless. It must be a beautiful dress someday. Her eyes shone with water but she didn't cry, "Yes,"