When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

"Do you know why I don't have wings anymore?" I swallowed. "No." "A while ago, a group of us tried escaping. We almost got away. I could taste the sky again." Her voice cracked. "But they caught us. They dragged us to this very room." "What did they do?" Renna stared straight ahead, like she was watching the memory replay. "They took us one by one. They said my wings were 'unnecessary anomalies.' They cut them off. Blood everywhere. Screams everywhere. And I never saw those people again."

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.

“You can do this.” Rolling us off of the bed he lifts us off the ground, his wings supporting us both while giving my wings enough space to burst from my back in a spray of blood and gore. They are large, taking up much of the space between us and the floor. Wet from being newly formed, they are unable to flap yet, but the relief of their release eases my pain and gives me new confidence Maybe I can do this. My body was made to do this.

But I couldn't help but take a quick look. He placed his shirt on the ground and I saw dark feathery wings slowly emerge from his back. I was mesmerized as the wings stretched out, wide open, and I was amazed at how big and beautiful they were. A single wing could be longer than my entire body, and the entire span of the wing was truly magnificent.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

With only one palm, I was able to make it tip and fall. The glasses shattered into a million pieces, shooting shards at all of us in the room. I didn't mind the pain as the wings lay flat on the ground. "Your master is back," I said with a menacing smile before extending my arms forward. The wings rose from the ground like it had a mind of its own before flying to my direction. I stared at it lovingly waiting for it to come.

I didn’t want to leave her side, but I knew Ramses was right. I leaped into the air letting my wings unfurl behind me. A dusting of rose gold flakes fell behind me along with pieces of my torn shirt, as I flew up and joined my brothers. All four of us surrounded this man, who I just now realized had sprouted wings made from flames.

Healers gain wings when they first awaken. We gain beautiful wings that reflect an iridescent light. Just like how I fell in love with how beautiful the lycans are, I was also in awe of my opalescent wings' beauty. The first time I spread it open and flapped it in the air, I told myself that I should preserve its beauty and only show it to deserving people. Also, our wings couldn't be healed by our powers or anything else. If we injure our wings, there is no way of turning them back. Even scratches on it won't be fixed, so I definitely protect this wing of mine and don't use it all.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

Henry's wings took him to dizzying heights, his heart aglow with an insatiable hunger for adventure and his soul afire with unrelenting passion. The world below, once a tangled web of relationships and expectations, had given way to a clear blue sky, with only Vicky's gentle breeze rustling his wings. Henry's sisters, now settled in their own nests, and Delia, a fading memory, no longer held him back. As Henry's shoulders broadened, adorned with the majestic eagle emblems, Vicky's eyes shone bright with pride, their hearts entwined in a celebration of triumph. Together, they danced on the wind, their laughter echoing through the skies, their bond forged in the fire of shared struggles. And y