Trail Of Broken Wings Novels & Stories

She was a prisoner in her own body, in a fate written without her consent. The melody in her mind reached its crescendo. Her movements became frantic, more intense, more tragic. She spun one final time, feeling her heart tear apart with each turn. And then, suddenly, she collapsed to her knees, her back curved like a wounded swan, her arms spread wide in one last attempt to fly. But her wings were broken.

She is just a broken soul. Like a young bird that was learning how to fly but had broken its wing. It needed time to recuperate and learn how to fly again and this time even stronger, with even more experience. She just needs support and love and someone to teach her how to reach for the clouds again. I love her and I will not allow her to break her wing again. “I am so-sorry. I should not be laying out broken like this to you. I am sorry,” she says as she gets up and wipes her tears.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

As Aria and Maya were shown to a guest room—a space twice the size of their old cabin, with actual beds and clean sheets—Aria felt something she hadn't felt since that moment in the clearing when the mate bond first snapped into place. Hope. Kade had broken her. But she wasn't going to stay broken. She was going to become someone even an Alpha couldn't ignore. And someday, somehow, she would make him regret ever letting her go. Aria moved through her tiny room like a ghost, mechanically shoving clothes into a worn backpack. Her hands trembled as she worked, but her tears had finally dried. There were no more left to cry. "You don't have to do this," Maya said from the doorway, her voice thic

“And when I do, I will take you home. Stay strong, my perfect treasure.” With one powerful beat of his wings, Vaelor launched into the sky. He circled the fortress once, his golden eyes locked on my window the entire time. Then he flew away, disappearing into the smoky horizon. The roar he left behind echoed long after he was gone. I slid down the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. My soft body shook. My round belly heaved with every cry. My heavy breasts ached. I felt empty. Broken. But his promise burned in my chest like a small flame.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

When she was only seven, thin papery wings had unfurled for the first time from her back. Transparent with silvery mesh of pulse lines, forking along the delicate bone that arched at the top, she had spread them slowly under her nanny's guidance, and as she spread them, the pulse lines had flickered like lightening. Her nanny had squealed in pure delight. But that was the last time it had happened. Raul had slashed the bone of her left wing with his sword, permanently damaging it. The pain had left her unconscious. When she woke up, her nanny was gone... forever.

I placed the divorce agreement, miscarriage report, and wedding ring on the table and left the house. 'Goodbye, Lucas.'