Under His Wings Book Novels & Stories

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

Everyone imitated the man's footsteps as he headed towards the front area where his SUV was parked and ready to take him anywhere. "Mr. Alfred is at Yamada Golf Course," Paul informed. He was one of the black-uniformed individuals, but he dared to meet the Boss's gaze intently. Paul was the only one who dared to challenge the Boss's eyes; he was the Boss's confidant. The owner of the grand classic-style mansion dominated by large pillars, complete with the symbol of his family. The Eagle Wing. It reinforced without the need to be vocalized who he really was. The ruler of the Eagle Wing clan. Gerald Hasolomone.

He poured himself into her, his body shuddering, his wings trembling violently. For a long time, they stayed like that, pinned to the pillar by his weight, joined together, their harsh breaths the only prayer in the silence. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew, his softened cock slick with their mingled fluids. He kept his arms around her, lowering her gently until her feet touched the ground. Her legs were too weak to hold her, so he sank with her to the cool stone floor, cradling her in the shelter of his wings.

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

“But I’ve always wondered.” “When a Urekai is well and truly happy, they describe it as gaining wings and soaring the skies. I never understood those words until you came into my life.” He nuzzled into the hollow of her neck. “You gave me wings. Because of you, this old male takes his first flight toward everything he ever wished for. There were many great birds in my past… yet it was one small, special bird who helped me soar.” “Oh, Vladya…” she breathed, her heart aching with tenderness as she nestled back against him, closing her eyes.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

I paused right where I was, my eyes going wide. “ If you are a God, that means our babies are what, Gods? No, Demi-Gods?” I asked, my body just jolting. My eyes widened even harder as Vampir’s wings pulled open and curved. It was so cute. I tried picking one baby, moving to place him on the wing. He did not even stir, just lying so comfortably. I moved my daughter and placed her right next to her brother. She just curled herself in her daddy’s wing. These two would be spoiled rotten. I would give them only the best the world could offer. I made sure they were not hurting, the wings so soft, so thick and comfortable, even I wanted to tuck myself in there.

Head tossing frantically. This nightmare won’t stop until her attacker gets both her and her kitten. But he promised himself something. She isn’t going to relive that again now. He rounded the giant four-poster bed. Gently reaching under her, he folded the blanket around her. Careful not to graze her sharp tips of wings. Lifting her weight into his arms he gingerly turned her and pulled her close to his chest. Rolling her into him so when her wings splayed, they’d be pointed away from him.

Cold sweats of dread already covering my whole body. A hopeless whimper escaped my mouth when he clicked the door shut. His cold blue eyes which seemed darker in the dim lights gazed at him for long moments. I prayed in my heart that he was having a change of mind. I should disgust him enough for him to realize that he didn't want this. My prayers were not answered, the predatory gleam that made him look like a wolf hunting for its meal made me tremble. Maybe if I could make it through the door___escape this room, then__

I wondered if she preferred the heavens and would fight on their side for Abby’s soul to be released to the heavens. I wondered if she thought that Abby’s abilities could somehow free her from her time in the underworld, but looking at her now, I can see that she is trustworthy. The noise of the two Gods fighting was deafening, lightning strikes and flames escaping the ground in defense, both of them had wings so that they could fight in the air; Zeus had angel wings, feathery and white, while Lucifer had the demon wings that resembled that of a bat, the continuous flapping of their wings created more noise as well.