Novel & Cerita When We Had Wings

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

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

The way they moved—effortless and controlled—was almost hypnotizing. I opened my mouth, then closed it again, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Do you seriously expect me to process this in just a few seconds? You have wings—actual, fully functional wings—and I had no idea all this time?!” My voice rose in disbelief, my hands gesturing wildly as if that would somehow help me make sense of the situation.

The wind howled, coming up the cliff until finally, my wings caught the wind as I gently stepped off the rock. My body flew downwards, my wings catching the wind again as I flapped them ferociously, worried that the massive wings wouldn’t hold me, but I was completely wrong. It was like breathing. It was the instinct of the animal inside me that took over. We were three feet above the ground when Creed’s shadow flew over us.

Milly shrieks in delight and laughs for the first time since she was taken. ---Divina--- I am so giddy with excitement that my wings are back. When they took my wings from me, and the feathers lay in mangled heaps in front of me I was devastated. What is it with them and destroying our wings? An image of Warrick’s face twisted in agony as his wings were cut from his back flashes across my mind and sobers me up instantly, and my smile fades.

“Yeah, I would have told him that… but you know, I’d like to keep my wings.” Serenity’s gaze snapped up and she lowered the book. “What do you mean, keep your wings?” Noah’s eyes opened and he tilted his head back down, looking at her. “Well, if we’re bad, or just assholes to our superiors, they like to rip our wings off. You know, like kids do to flies. Watch us struggle.” “Really? You're kidding, right?” Noah didn't chuckle, or say anything and serentiy's eyes went wide. "You're not kidding..."