When We Had Wings Novels & Stories

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.

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

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.

I felt an unprecedented sense of freedom from the moment my skates touched the ice. My right hand was completely free of the shadow of its past injury. Every swing and flick I made with it was filled with power and precision. I inhaled deeply and skated toward the center of the rink. Those who hurt me in the past would eventually be forgotten with time. As for me, I wasn't going to stop running forward in my new life, ever.

There was children's laughter, the sound of propellers winding down, and the soft rustling of petals falling to the ground. The recording was still playing, and Zachary's hands started shaking.

That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now. "Ahm! That explained a lot of why the warriors here are scared of him. He told me once that he only needed his wings so he could fly again!" Alright, that gave me relief. Now, I knew exactly what to do. I got up and tore the giant rope that was wrapped around his mighty wings. The wings were small. They were like wings of angels, not dragons. I had no idea how this would work, but I had a huge faith that these treasured wings would wake him up and make him soar high in the sky again. I placed the wings beside him while King Logan and Alpha Adam made him lie on his stomach. I put the wings on his ba

He looks over at me, “Let's fly, before we merge, and I show you something new.” Something new? Whatever could he mean? We flew for about an hour. It was amazing. The ride was so smooth and Regina felt so soft under me. Clint looked over at Regina, and said, “Now.” There was a flash of light and I started to fall as Regina vanished. As the ground was approaching, I felt wings emerge from my back, and they began to flap, sending us far up into the clouds where Clint waited for us, as he allowed Carter’s wings to keep him aloft. “Now for that something new,” Clint said, as he used Carter’s talon to rip a hole in my shorts.

The transformation was always a breathtaking experience, the sheer power of our dragon bodies invigorating. With a powerful flap of our wings, we took to the night sky, the wind rushing past us as we soared toward the south border. The ground below blurred into a patchwork of shadows and shapes, but our focus was singular: to confront the threat looming at the edge of our territory and protect our home. We flew with purpose, ready to confront whatever danger awaited us, the bond between us as father and child lending strength to our flight.