The Wings Upon Her Back Novels & Stories

“You’re not as brave as I remember you, you trickster.” After he said that, he jumps off from the terrace. Since he has his arms around her, she had to go with him, tightening her embrace to him as she close her eyes. She thought they’d fall down but they remained in the air and she could hear the flaps of big wings. When she open her eyes, it sparkles at the sight of big black wings that glimmered with the stars. “Y-You have wings!” She yelled. “Not the first time you saw some, human.”

Then she was suspended in the air like the sun. The light gathered on her back forming two wide and magnificent wings. Her golden eyes glowed brightly and her silver gray air floats behind her. The battle stopped and everyone looked at her. Two golden wings made up of heavenly fire flapped gracefully at her back. Her sword was burning in holy flame.

“It usually appears when I’m angry or afraid. And sometimes when I’m hurt but there’s something else I want to tell you. Can we go to a secret place in the woods without prying eyes?” My brows creased as I looked at her but I didn’t ask why. I drove us home and then we went into the woods behind the backyard. She began to remove her shirt and I raised an eyebrow but then she surprised me when large godly-golden wings sprung out from her back and she shot up into the sky, wrapping her flaming wings around herself and spinning several times in the air before spreading them wide and descending slowly to the ground, looking like a greek goddess. Her eyes were that striking golden yellow as they

She was using the weapon, not hiding behind it. Under the loud clanks and sparks of two swords, the wings behind her back started to tingle. They fluttered, begging to set free as the shackles of past kept them tied for so long. They feared if they have forgotten to fly. The feathers of hope craved to feel the caresses of heavenly air.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

A tingling spread through her as her energy concentrated, and she pushed herself, attempting to muster the strength to reveal her wings. A bead of sweat traced her forehead as fatigue pressed down. Despite her waning energy, Arabella refused to betray vulnerability. At last, she felt them – the mystical flaps emerging from her back. Gritting her teeth, Arabella pushed herself further, focusing all her concentration on the emergence of her wings. As the wings sprouted from her back, Sandro stood nearby, completely enraptured by the sight.

What’s she doing? The back of her brown tunic rent. Long red wings began to work their way from the cloth. Tearing the side with the pointed tip before jerking free bit by bit until finally splaying fully. Tossing crimson feathers over the floor as they solidified. Stretching out to an impossible length.

However, her body was aching all over. Angela felt it radiating into her blood as her heart skipped a beat. She was soon enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving. They were fragile, like glass balancing the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles her front as another team comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past her quilted cold cheeks. "I can't!” she repeated.

But she can’t give up now. She kept walking for too long with heavy steps and then she tried spreading out her wings. For a moment, she was thankful that her wings came out. Speckles of golden glitters from her wings were dancing along the gravity like waves of motion. Now the zigzag path ignites with the flames of her wings either horizontally, vertically, or in waves. Because of it, the unknown path slowly revealed the right way, but still so far to reach. She didn’t know how many hours or days she had been walking and with every agonizing step, her body was trembling and her legs were numb with pain. She could only grind her teeth while trying to accept the excruciating pain.

“You are moving as though something in you already knows what to do.” She looked away, but there was nowhere safe for her gaze. The forest stared back in blackened pillars and smoke-laced light. Her wings glowed behind her, her hair burning softly against her shoulder. The power she had once feared now answered her with the ease of something ancient reclaiming its throne.