When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

You’ve seen the real me—the man who kept you warm, kept you safe, the man who pulled you out of nothing and made you into something the world couldn’t ignore. They don’t understand what we have. They couldn’t. You’re not like them. You’re mine. You always were. I can feel it. You’re waiting for me. You’re hoping I’ll come. And I will. I’m still fighting. For you. For us. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, I’ll find a way back to you. And when I do, we’ll leave this rotten city behind. Just the two of us. Like we always talked about. No more clubs, no more noise. Just peace. Just you and me.

They beat wildly and suddenly I was going up instead of down. I looked down to the water. It slammed against the rocks without mercy. I was so close to it. With big leaps, we flew up again. Adrian's arms surrounded me tightly. Anger was written on his face whilst he looked up. His wings were absolutely enormous. I still couldn't believe he had actual wings. He could fly.

My skin prickled and shivered. "Are you sure? I-I don't want them to get in the way." I wasn't embarrassed by them any longer and I loved them, but I didn't want Troy to feel like my wings had to be in our lives constantly. The word freak flickered through my mind and I momentarily panicked. Then I took a deep breath and brought my wings back. I wasn't a freak. I was me and I was okay. Troy caressed my wings, sending a tremor of desire through me. There was something to be said for having the wings. They were very sensitive and Troy knew how to awaken the need in me. He pressed his lips to mine, opening my mouth and kissing me soundly.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol

The skeleton's wings are one of the signs. I'm, of course, different from Raff, who can produce devil wings with black feathers. I took out devil wings in the form of black skeletons. "Casey, that gun won't kill me!" I trembled to keep my body on the ground. If the wings were entirely out, I would no longer step on the ground, and my soul would be out of control. I smiled at Casey to reassure her before it was too late. "Remember our promise to protect each other?"

My heart and body rebels at the thought I make my way to the back of the building and release my wings. The good thing about demon wings is that they can also materialize over my clothes. Fallon gives me a hard glare when I land on the roof. The building is not very tall. But it’s tall enough to obscure us from spectators. Thankfully, it’s still dark outside.

When he ended the call I got off from the table and asked, “You can fly? Do you have wings? When did humans ever have such an ability?” I mean… I never saw a human having wings before. Fayalite and I had been watching humans through the magical waters but we never encountered one that could be like angels. Instead of getting an answer from him, he flicked my forehead and shook his head. “We are heading out. You should get dressed now because you are getting a passport today.”

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.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

It seems they are actual wings to use like we are a damn pegasus. “Well that’s new,” says Ayla. She flaps her wings a few times before settling back on her back. We watch in fascination as the wings disappear back into the blue markings on our back. “You’ve never had wings before?” “Nope, this must be from your angel side Ahsoka.” “Well we can figure it all out later. You and Ace go have fun.”