Trail Of Broken Wings Novels & Stories

I had to move on, wings or no wings. I trudged down a hill of black mud, the shredded remains of my wings drooping in despair. I was in a huge cavern, and realized that the hill was a sort of beach. Beyond it spread a sea of needles, each point sticking up from the ground like a blade of grass. I stumbled back to the doorway, thinking I’d make my way back up the tunnel instead, but the doorway’s claws had extended over each other. They now fully blocked my path out. I gazed upon the needle sea. There was no end to it. Perhaps it went on forever. If only my wings had not been torn . . .

I yelled. "Okay, okay." He picked one last stone and threw it into the river. It was as though the stones were what aggravated the rage of the elements. A gust of wind blew against us, almost blowing me naked. The clouds got ever darker and heavier. Then the sounds of the thunder deepened into a growling sound. We saw the clouds drooping down and spiralling, lightning trailing. We couldn't see each other anymore. "Camil -- Camil!" I called. "Olivia, where are you?" He yelled.

Thaddeus Carter, seven years old, stood knee-deep in the cold shallows of the river weaving his way closer to a flight of half-starved black swans. The river raced with such brute force he had to brace himself with every step he took to remain upright. Though he tried to remain calm as much as he could to avoid alerting the swans, he soon fell into the puddle for the tenth time. The resulting splash was just like it had been. He had stood upright and had continued his quest, as focused as before.

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.

He had forced the doctor to remove their child, but he hadn't considered that Eulalia would lose the ability to become a mother. "An accident?" Eulalia looked at Percival with a hoarse voice, "Removing my child was an accident? Controlling my memories was an accident? Do you know that your 'accidents' can ruin someone's entire life? Percival, are you satisfied now? This bird has finally had its wings broken by you." Can a bird with broken wings still live? Percival admitted he was selfish and would do anything to get what he wanted. But now he was helpless. He had been the one in control from the start, but gradually, the roles had reversed.

"And I always will." I walked into my office at the shelter and closed the door. As rewarding as it has been to run this place, it's also so depressing sometimes. The women need so much help sometimes and they are so broken and it's just so hard emotionally. I wouldn't change it because I love that I get to help them but when we have a new girl here and she has been beaten to a bloody mess it just breaks something inside of you. That is what we had come in this morning. She had to wait until her boyfriend went to work to be able to leave, but he did a really bad number on her. We had to have our staff doctor come in and stitch her up and also put a splint on her arm.

"I allowed my feelings to overpower me, and I ought to have had faith in you." Vivian tightened her jaw, her wolf continuing to snarl inside her. "Doubt can pose risks, Andrew." It weakens the pack. "It makes us weaker." Andrew inhaled deeply. "I understand." And I will dedicate the remainder of my life to compensating you. Kindly allow me to correct this. When you're back from your travels, I'll make it clear that you're the only one I believe in. "The sole person I cherish." Vivian shut her eyes, urging herself to relax. Her wolf despised the thought of giving up so easily, yet deep down, she still cared for Andrew. That didn't mean she would forgive him immediately. Once trust was broken,

Certain. Shift. Heat under my feet. A training yard that didn’t have dirt. Lines drawn in the air. Bodies moved through them without touching ground. My wings were out and tied back with bands of light. I moved anyway. The bands burned. I laughed. I broke them. Those watching were silent. Then they bowed. I did not bow back. I never did. That was the rule. Keepers do not bend.

The Breaking Point The trek back to Darkfang Keep was a tense, silent march through the mist-shrouded woods. Aria held Rollan close, his small body a fragile shield against the fear gnawing at her heart. Caden led the way, his broad shoulders rigid, his blade still drawn, its edge stained with the blood of Victor’s rogues. Kael limped behind, his chest wound seeping through his torn shirt, his face pale but resolute. The air was heavy with unspoken accusations, the traitor’s shadow looming over every step.

He turned his head to look at the laughing figure inside the glass, his gaze a mix of heartache and undisguised pride. "Do you know how she got that tattoo behind her ear?" Damine's voice dropped lower, yet it cut through the air with more force. "It wasn't for fashion. It's to cover the scar from the chandelier shard. It was a long cut, took seven stitches to close." He paused, his gaze returning to Liam's pale face. "Do you know why she could create the 'Broken Wings' collection? Because she said that only a butterfly that has truly been broken can understand the weight of flight. The 'broken' pieces you gave her, she picked them up herself and pieced them together to make wings."