Under His Wings Book Novels & Stories

Ethan closed his eyes. As a child, he had once been trapped in the dark too. Then a rescue helicopter landed on the roof, and a pilot carried him out and said, Don't be afraid. It's daylight now. That was why he became a pilot. So when he rescued his first hostage during his first field operation, he gave the girl his mother's St. Christopher medal. To him, it was a promise left with the first person he had brought out of the dark. Later, Chloe came to him with clues about that medal and said she wanted to work at an air base because of him.

BYRON The girl sank to the floor, looking dejected . From the terrified look on her face, I knew she had figured out what a terrible mistake she made by declaring her identity. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered in fear. She looked so vulnerable at the moment that I almost felt pity for her. Almost. But Dragons didn't sympathize with wolves. Bringing her here was a mistake that I've regretted every single day for the past three days. I wouldn't have had to if I wasn't on patrol and the other Heirs hadn't seen her too.

She pants “Good girl.” He unlocks the chains from her wrist, gently placing kisses on them. Before she could recover he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. “On your knees. Head down!” She obeyed instantly, her ass in the air, face pressed on the bed. She feels his huge cock near her entrance. “Ready for Zaddy to destroy you?” he murmurs against her back. “Yes,” She moans, body trembling. “Wreck me.” And he does. Dominic doesn't hesitate. He slid into her in one thrust, burying himself deep, groaning as he fills me.

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

“The Moon Goddess marked me from the moment I took my first breath. No heir before me has ever been born with their markings, most don’t see them until their teenage years. But mine… mine were there from the very beginning. My father knew what it meant before I could even speak.” Her gaze shifted to Victoria. “He stepped down to protect me and my brothers. He didn’t want us to live the life that comes with the crown, or to watch everyone we love fall under its weight. We live and die like everyone else, but the title… the expectations… they grind you down long before time does. He made sure the world believed the Winters were gone, nothing more than a story to tell pups. Only the elders know

“No.” He cupped her face, fingers trembling. “I’m not asking. I’m begging.” She kissed his palm. “I won’t run,” she said. “Not from you.” His wings flared. “Then I will make you mine completely. And not even God can undo what I do next.” He reached into his chest. Lurav gasped as his hand glowed, runes shifting, burning. From beneath his ribs, he pulled out a single feather, black as night, tipped in divine fire.

Without a word, he led me through his house, past the familiar spaces, until we reached a staircase descending into the dimly lit basement. The atmosphere shifted as we stepped down; the air felt heavier, charged with anticipation. The basement was a private retreat, carefully curated for his role-play scenarios. The walls were adorned with subtle décor—dark tones, leather accents, and dim lighting that cast a soft glow. A sense of vulnerability washed over me as I realised this space was designed to amplify his dominance and my submission. Chris stopped in the middle of the room, turning to face me with a look that was both assessing and expectant.

she asked. His overwhelming brows drew down into a scowl as he carefully put her on her feet, but he didn't let go of her. This time, they would go into the void together. "I'm positive. I cleared out those markers, and this is where I landed." He demonstrated the split in the ground his body had made. "You did that? And you didn't break anything?" "I changed mid-air. My wolf frame can take a part more than my human body." Heather begun limping towards the split to take a closer see, but he snatched her arm.