Trail Of Broken Wings Novels & Stories

Then, I heard a different sound. It was a heavy, stumbling thud. Something hit the wall outside my door. Then came the sound of something breaking glass hitting the floor. I stood up and gripped the dagger. I walked to the door and pulled it open. Aiden was there. He looked like a wreck. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he was covered in dirt. He was leaning against the doorframe, his head hanging low. In his left hand, he held a bunch of crushed wildflowers. His right hand was dripping blood onto the carpet.

"A single wing. I remember thinking it was strange because it wasn't the Vale family crest. Wraithmoor has always used two." The wind moved through the trees. For a few seconds, that was the only sound. Then, somewhere far away, faint enough that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it, I heard the helicopter again. Not returning. Just distant. Fading. Carrying Mara farther away from us with every second we stood there talking about embroidery instead of moving. "One wing," Sienna repeated. Something shifted behind her eyes. I could almost see the pieces connecting. "A single wing." Her voice had gone quiet. Focused. The grief was still there, but it was changing shape. Hardening into some

The stinging pain made Claire open her eyes. When she moved her left hand, she winced as the pain intensified. She looked at the back of her hand to see what had happened, and her eyes widened in shock. Her knuckles were torn, and fresh blood was oozing out. She quickly stood up from the hard wooden floor to grab the first-aid kit. “How did my hand get hurt like this?” she muttered as she cleaned the wound with alcohol. The intense stinging brought tears to her eyes. Unable to bear the sight of the small tear in her skin, she looked away. But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame.

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people. "You drowned in pain and alcohol, abandoning your duties as Alpha. In the name of all the lives lost because of you, I deliver justice." I inhaled deeply before enunciating, "Your wolf will be destroyed, and you will be banished from the pack. You shall never set foot in these lands again." Damian lowered his head, his voice hollow, echoing like a cry from the underworld. "I bear the weight of my crimes. I accept your judgment, Alpha Eva."

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.

"Raymond, you can't just show your wings like that. People will see," Ravi panicked as he hurriedly pulled Raymond inside the house after finding Raymond with torn clothes when his wings forcibly burst out in the middle of their front yard. Ravi sighed heavily; he didn't see anyone around for a moment and felt a bit relieved. Raymond's large wings were folded behind him. Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?"

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

Because a heart can only be broken so many times before it refuses to mend. A choking roar, like shattered dreams, tumbles from her as she falls from the sky. No longer a beast with wings, but a fragile, breakable woman. A woman who has lost her world and keeps fighting to have it back. With a whip of my tail, I make up my mind. From this moment forward there is no going back.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.