These Wings Could Fly Novels & Stories

She noted as she looked at them again. "Can you move them?" She asked and Lori shrugged. "I don't know. Can I?" "They're your wings. You should be able to." "Think of it like an extra limb. Just think about it moving and your brain will send down that impulse and do the rest." Lori concentrated hard enough and willed the wings to flap. They did! It freaked her out a bit but Myra was smiling. "Good! Good." "How will my wings be useful? I think they're cumbersome when it comes to combat."

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

I was about to leave instantly to fight the healer that was chasing us a while ago, but William grabbed my arm and said, "Mama, do you want my wings?" I instantly teared up the moment I heard what he was offering. I instantly refused and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you, William. You don't need to lend your wings." "Will you be fine without flying?" "I am fine. Just wait for me here." "Okay. Mama. don't die." "I won't" I smiled at how caring my son is. He even offered his wings to me, which is something other healers or even I can't do. Because once you pluck out your wings and give them to others, they can never be used again because they are worn out.

Yet here she was, mine—a survivor like me. Today, her trunk held my hopes and fear as the suitcase, packed with essentials, lay ready for the journey. And there, in the front passenger seat, rested my mother's box—a fragile relic of the past. She'd left too soon, leaving me with no known family. But her spirit rode with me, whispering courage. The engine sputtered to life as I settled into the driver's seat. The blue beetle hummed, ready to carry me beyond city limits. The road stretched ahead—an open canvas for our adventure.

This was the problem with Lot, because he couldn't feel a thing he would cause excessive damage to me. Lot grabbed Liam by the shoulders, piercing his claws into them and using it to fling him into the sky but Liam stopped himself from flying too far by releasing his wings. They were white, spotless, angelic, feathery and beautiful unworldly things. They were powerful and could fly him all the way to heaven. He flew a distance into the air as we watched from below, waiting for what he would do next. He screamed as he flew with high speed into our direction with his hands stretched and his fists clenched to a punch.

“You can do this.” Rolling us off of the bed he lifts us off the ground, his wings supporting us both while giving my wings enough space to burst from my back in a spray of blood and gore. They are large, taking up much of the space between us and the floor. Wet from being newly formed, they are unable to flap yet, but the relief of their release eases my pain and gives me new confidence Maybe I can do this. My body was made to do this.

Riko said to her without looking, “We’re leaving early tonight.” He drags her out. Her eyes meet Red’s for a second—full of unspoken fear. Red watches them go, bruised and bloodied, but unmoved. . . .

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

Having said that, they pushed me along and began leading me toward the stairs. Mom rushed after us, weeping as she clung to my hand. "You can't take him away! He just finished his exams and is supposed to start training as a pilot in September! He's going to attend Aeronautical Command University and fly planes! Please don't take him away!" I could feel my eyes welling up with tears the moment I saw Mom drop to her knees and plead before the police officers. I helped her to her feet and said, "You shouldn't do this, Mom. I need you to listen to me—I'm completely innocent.