Under His Wings Book Novels & Stories

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

“Since you’re already wet, I suggest you take a quick bath. I brought your favorite beef burger. Join me downstairs when you’re finish. I will prepare a hot choco for you.” “No, you don’t have to. I’ll make one for myself. You’ve already done so much for me. I don’t want to keep being a burden to you.” “Cassandra, no one in this whole world can order me to do things I don’t like. Therefore, if I’m doing things for you, that means it’s what I want to do. You are not a burden to me. If you think about that one more time, I’ll feel offended.” He ran his fingers through my cheek until they grazed my lower lip. He swallowed. “You can depend on me and hide behind me for as long as you want. Like I

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He replies, smiling at me, "Just remember my fate is in your hands." What a fucking Asshole. I fight the urge to argue with him as I see the sweat dribble down his face, the use of this unknown dark power already taking its toll on him. I wrap my arms tighter around him as I lean us downward, almost closing my wings entirely, aiming toward the door that would grant us safety. Within seconds, I see the Smog head toward us, watching as the lava starts to flow back to its original position. We will not reach the door quick enough; I will dive straight into the lava. It's flowing too quickly back to its original form; I extend my wings again, not to pull upward but to wrap them protectively arou

“Good. She anchors you. Remember this feeling, Zach. Control isn’t about chains or fear, it’s about choice. And you, my grandson, were born to wield this power, not hide it.” His wings slowly lowered, folding in behind him, though the ground still trembled faintly under his bare feet. For the first time, I saw him not as cursed, not as broken. But as unstoppable. And I knew, deep in my bones, that the world had no idea what was coming once Zach Winchester embraced who he truly was. He practiced flying in the sky with his wings and I kept staring at him from down in awe. The sight was awesome. I didn't know I would be able to see something like that in my life.

He smiled broadly at what the interlocutor said. "But Santia saved him." "Exactly. By the way, Khione, I really need to go now. I have something to do because, but this book is really great. For sure it's for sale again! All right, I need to go. Take care, ha. " She nodded repeatedly as she waved at her director. When it was finally gone, he sighed before looking at the book he was holding. The book cover is really great. It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back.

She turned her attention back to the window. Outside, the night sky stretched endlessly across the horizon, dark and empty, just like the hollow feeling growing inside her chest. Several hours later... "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now preparing for landing. Please fasten your seatbelts and ensure your seats are in the upright position. Thank you." As the captain's announcement echoed through the cabin, every passenger buckled up. "So we're finally here," Yaya Jona muttered with a relieved smile. "Sixteen hours on a plane is enough to break anyone's back."