When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

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.

Light fell across the wing like a cold white flight path. At the door, he stopped and looked back. "Ava," he said softly. "I'm sorry." I held his gaze. "I heard you." The last light in Ethan's eyes went out. The door closed behind him, and the music in the hall grew clear again. Julian handed the demonstration terminal back to me. The next unconfirmed flight path waited on the screen. I lowered my gaze to the new route and set my finger down steadily. "Continue." On the projection screen, the formation rose again. This time, I was the one giving the command.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

Mochi, full of stolen roast duck and half a treat tin, fell asleep before we hit the first light. The train ride back to Newark was quieter than the trip up. The tension was gone, replaced by something calmer. Settled. Ofelia rested her head on my shoulder, one hand on the top of Spitfire’s carrier. The city came back into view in slow frames: graffiti, rooftops, the outline of our building rising like a familiar sentinel. We didn’t say much until we were walking through our door. Spitfire leapt out like she was inspecting for squatters. Mochi bee-lined to his favorite sunspot.

His arms felt big and a small safe haven for her, she felt like she was in a world of her own, a world far from the torments of the gammas in a bid to make her strong, a world far away from the clutches of her mother. When he asked her if she was ready, she glanced at his wings, would they really work? She nodded slowly and in a split second, his wings flew open, widely. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. They were real after all. They were white, a pure white and they were glowing.

Maia said, licking her lips in anticipation. “Maia! You know what happens if I lose my wings.” Azrael shrieked. “Oh, I know all too well,” Maia said when eight beautiful white wings suddenly emerged behind her. “H____how is that possible? You’re only two wings from Michael!” Azrael exclaimed. “Am I now. How convenient. Tell me, Azrael. Did you ever think you would be in such a position when you pulled my wings all those years ago?” Maia asked as she had her wings retract.

After a few moments, the whole area suddenly became bright and when we looked at the sky, it seemed like a gate was open and so many Angels were coming out. They have six wings each with the two wings on the lower side covering their body while the two wings on the upper side cover their face, while the two wings on the middle side they use to fly. They also sing "Holy, Holy, Holy" over and over as if they never get tired of singing. "Do you know what you did in return? Guia?" Nay Aurelia asked again, which brought my mood back. "Yes Mom, and that's half my lifespan." I answered Nay Aurelia with a smile, but I felt like my body was going limp.

I said softly as I lifted my hair and turned so he could see my neck. He was quiet and I risked a look at him over my shoulder. Slowly he raised his eyes from my wings with a strange smile. “Wings.” I smiled. “Because you gave me wings.” He shook his head, his dark eyes softening. “Querido,” he said quietly, brushing his fingers over my tender skin. “You had wings all along. You only needed a little push to spread them and fly.” I turned back to face him. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t have done it on my own.”