These Wings Could Fly Novels & Stories

“Would you closed the fuck up? She’s starving to death. Probably slithering around some place out here.” “Then how did she break out in the to begin with place?” They’re drawing closer to the mouth of the cave, and a wave of fear crashes over me. Quickly I amplify my new wings, asking that flying is as simple as controlling them, but a single fold produces no lift. Come on, I think. Choose me up! I fold them once more, but they’re cumbersome, and it takes a astounding sum of quality to whip them through the air. “Cassius is going to be pissed.” “He’s as of now pissed…”

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.

"Extend your right wing please." Tove's wing shot out. We ducked as it created a canopy that was almost the full size of our living room. Drace hunched under the wing with us. "Now, wings are very sensitive. They have to be for flying. We need to know how the air is moving in order for us to do what we need to do in order to stay in the air." She ran her fingertips over the inside of Tove's wing. It shuddered the slightest degree as his voice ran through our minds. Sacred stars, that feels amazing. Tove's voice was full of wonder.

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

I tried to move my wings, and my right one moved normally, but my left wing and my left wing wouldn't move, they clipped too many of my wings, and they don't know if they'd grow again or if I lose control of my left wing forever. "Let daddy help you," he says fixing my wing for me. "I won't fly anymore?" I ask him, I didn't feel young or small anymore, I felt like I grew up a million years in one day. "You will, either with your wings or in daddy's arms," he says hugging me tight, petting my wing for me.

His arms felt big and a small safe haven for her, she felt like she was in a world of her own, a world far from the torments of the gammas in a bid to make her strong, a world far away from the clutches of her mother. When he asked her if she was ready, she glanced at his wings, would they really work? She nodded slowly and in a split second, his wings flew open, widely. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. They were real after all. They were white, a pure white and they were glowing.

Olivia whispered in Lukas’ ear, and she giggled when the little boy slowly raised his head from her shoulder and gave her a puzzled and wondrous gaze. Lukas sniffed, rubbing a tear away from his eye. “You can fly?” The little boy mumbled, not sure if he heard Olivia correctly. “Yeah, I can fly. You want to know how?” Olivia brought a smile back to Lukas’ face while touching his nose with the tip of her finger. She giggled while watching as the little boy nodded with urgency. “I jumped off of a mountain one time and I could fly because I was wearing a wingsuit. A wingsuit is like a jumpsuit with wings attached to it and it allows you to glide through the air.”

“Come with you where? Nah, pretty huge wings but I'll pass.” I began to wonder how he could fly with this wing. I had never seen him fly but had heard some say they have. “It's safe and you will love it.” “I'm so not in the mood.” “That is the point!” I threw my hands in the air. “Fine, can you even fly with that big wing?” About three people had stopped as they saw his wings from outside. “How about you just try?”

After a few moments, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky, it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." I answered Nay Aurelia with a smile, but I felt like my body was going limp.

'Not a werewolf, but not a fairy either—we are something new, the mysterious guardian of this realm. I look over my shoulder to focus on my wings. 'Do these work?' 'Why don't you try them out?' 'Good point.' I flap my wings, lower my head and leap into the air, faster than a bullet with the speed of light and the wind supporting me. 'It's hard enjoying this when we are at far, but wow! Flying is fun!' I smile inwardly at my paws dangling in the air. 'And your wings are beautiful!' Finn chuckles. 'Thank you—I will take you for another spin someday.'