When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

“And you spoke to him. In a language that wasn’t human or wolf. Something… deeper. Older. Like it came from a place where normal things don’t exist. And he understood every word, because he got up and ran like you’d granted him permission to live.” Silence. Birds chirped in the trees with obscene cheerfulness, completely at odds with the weight of what she’d just said. “Anything else?” I asked, my voice hollow. “Yes.” Lyra paused for three heartbeats. “The wings.” “What wings?” “At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped.

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.

she talked to her reflection as she forced herself into her facility tights. She was born in the facility and had never seen the outside world. Spreading her aching wings, occasional simmerings of electricity raced across their beautiful plumage, red brown like her hair and laced with a splattering of green. She smiled as she thought of swooning and fleeing teenagers yelling like banshees. Having watched videos of birds and their wings, Omotola knew the 5th generation children’s wings weren't as fragile but were hard as steel and sharp as knives, they were not made only for graceful flight; they were deadly weapons of both defense and offence.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

I smiled “ Watch. “ I started turning into my Phoenix my wings turned into almost a bright red and beautiful gold. My wings touched everything that was memories or of meaning to me and the people and they disappeared in moments. My wings turned everything into almost dust particles that carry with my wings for when I find a new tree or home. I watched as falcon was amazed by everything. No one ever saw how I did this because I’ve been alone for so long it felt almost relieving like I wasn’t hiding and I had someone . Even though I was hiding it felt good to have someone a friend.

"I stayed in the Cage for a year—maybe longer I don’t really remember—but then yeah. For the first few years I was at the Academy they had a guard watching me at all times. They did testing on me every few months for a long time. I am still the only angel to have had their wings taken before they were 18 years old." "What did your wings look like?" He asks and a smile forms on my lips. "They were giant for starter wings, they dragged on the floor when I walked. They were white but the tips of the feathers were black—my father used to tell me that when I was a baby people were so jealous of how beautiful my wings were that they tried to set them on fire and that’s why they looked like they we

I was going with my messenger. Just then, I felt a sweet sensation rush through me, just the same way I had felt the first time Lillian hugged me. "Look up!" My messenger squeaked, pointing to the sky. I looked up and saw two Were-dragons. They had wings and the aura of a dragon around them. What shocked me most was the golden wings on the male. The wings were just like mine. I stopped the horse and spread out my wings. Jumping off the horse, I flew up to the sky and blocked their path.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.