روايات وقصص ضمن When We Had Wings

Scarlet flew through the morning sky, wiping her tears, still shaken from the incident under the bridge, and trying to understand all that was happening to her. She was flying. She could hardly believe it. She did not know how, but wings had sprouted, and she had just taken off, lifted into the air as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She couldn’t understand why the light was hurting her eyes, why her skin was starting to itch beneath the sun. Luckily, it had become a cloudy day, and she had some relief; yet still, she did not feel like herself.

But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence. I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belonged; the world where dreams and nightmares entwined so flawlessly you hardly noticed! Ultimately it was up to me which side prevailed, good or evil, light or dark, dreams or nightmares.

“So you all have them, too?” “Yes,” Cutter replied. “That’s how I knew you had them.” “Right.” She’d remembered him mentioning them once before, but she hadn’t realized literally all of the Keepers had them. “What are they from?” The three looked at each other for a second, as if they were silently debating who should tell her. “Wings,” Cutter finally responded. Ru turned to face him. “What’s that?” “They’re from where our wings would’ve been attached, if we were full-fledged angels instead of only half. We can’t have wings, so we have scars instead.” Cutter said it as if it should make perfect sense to anyone

He knows I have a secret stash, but I would never tell him where it is, I might have to change it really soon so he doesn’t steal it. I pranced downstairs, not taking notice of my wings banking the stairwell all the way down. I squeaked, covering my mouth with both my hands. Mom hates it when I don’t put my wings away when I’m in the house. It wasn’t my fault they had a mind of their own. They just flutter when I get real happy and then when I get all sad, they droop like those cute little killer whales’ fins they keep in captivity. Those poor whales.

Chapter 18 - The signs are there Mikhail I can hear the boys stirring in the other room as the day begins. It’s Saturday, but my thoughts are centered on the events of the night before. After talking to Alex last night, I went back to my room, feeling even more conflicted. My wings kept stirring restlessly, and my eyes wouldn’t stop glowing. It’s as if my body didn’t want to deny its claim to Nevaeh. I tried to relax, but my body wouldn’t let me. Even the thought of rejecting Nevaeh makes my mouth burn with acid. After a few restless hours, I realize that sleep is not an option. Seeing no other recourse, I unfurl my wings and let them flutter around me. Eventually, my wings grow tired, and t

"Listen Daniel_you have no need to be afraid because I won't hurt you. Heck, such thought will never cross my mind because you are my son and I will protect and love you" Something actually flashed in his eyes as he looked back at him. "I know you are a very smart boy Danny even though there are some things we grown up do that you might not fully understand. I want you to know and feel how much Aria and I really love you even though it might be contrary to what your mom might have told you" His little shoulders slumped down before he gave a curt nod. "Do you remember how you hurt your wrist at your grandmother's house when we went visiting and she took care of your wound just fine?"

That day was yet to come. I had my wings, I knew that much. Every angel gets their wings upon creation. Of course, not all angels were created the way I was so my wings came a little differently. When I was five they came in. I had to miss school that entire week because of how painful it all felt. My entire back, and shoulders ached and burned from the sensation of them growing out of me. It felt so unnatural. It was so unnatural.

She was using the weapon, not hiding behind it. Under the loud clanks and sparks of two swords, the wings behind her back started to tingle. They fluttered, begging to set free as the shackles of past kept them tied for so long. They feared if they have forgotten to fly. The feathers of hope craved to feel the caresses of heavenly air.

YARA’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER… He was huge. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he laughed wickedly while ripping my wings off my back and I cried and begged him for mercy but he didn’t listen. All I heard was his loud laughter as he walked away with my wings into the darkness and I just laid there in the dark, helpless and powerless while watching his back until he vanished into thin air and I was alone.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.