Winged Humans Novels & Stories

If she was going to die tomorrow, she might as well spend the time listening to the story of werewolves rather than moping about her destiny. “About five thousand years ago… human beings and werewolves lived happily together. It was very common for Werewolves to mate with human beings…” Vivian’s eyes widened and she asked, “Did human beings live on this planet earlier?” “No, Vivu. They lived on Earth…” Vivian's jaws hung open. Shaking her head, she asked, “Dafaq! On earth, as in the earth that is in the solar system.” “Yeah, the one in the Milky Way Galaxy…” Vivian’s hand flew to her mouth and she shook her head.

Ruben says, and my stomach twists with rage. My eyes flash gold as Amber gasps from below me. "Who killed the pups," she squeaks, and both males drop their gaze down to my mate. Ruben looks uncomfortable, but Kohn seems concerned. "Humans, Amber. Humans are moving against our kind, and you yourself witnessed how pups react to humans... Once the humans stepped on pack lands, the pups got defensive. They most likely attacked heavily armed humans...and while we are strong, a straight shot to the heart will kill us," Kohn explains, and Amber gasps again.

Uriel – The archangel who takes you out of the darkness and into the divine truth. As soon as Hunter’s smirk faded from his face, we saw bright lights streak the skies, followed by the loud, booming sounds of thunder. A few seconds later, heaven let out its wrath and large drops of water soaked our skin.

None of this would have happened. He would have killed whoever the fuck that was before she even tried to touch her. It breaks his heart to know that he was so close yet far away from her before it all happened. "Why would someone want to hurt her. It doesn't make much sense to me. Aria is one of the nicest human being that I know. Why would someone want to hurt her this much" "No one can tell why someone could do this man. People are just fucked up these days that they go extreme to hurt others because of some shit that isn't even relevant you know? Maybe someone would be low hating her without her knowledge you know?"

I couldn't blame anyone, I couldn't blame myself, but somehow I knew it was all my fault, it was my fault that I was so timid that I couldn't fight back, I couldn't raise my voice, it was my fault that I was so broken that nothing could ever fix me. Eric was right, I was a pathetic human. Did pathetic humans like me even deserve love?

He paused to look around, and that was when the people cheered, to show that they too have benefitted from him. Blair sat close to Jayden, with their hands entwined, her mother was also sitting close to her, she was scared, but after seeing what her own daughter have turned into, being scared, means nothing, she didn't know what they wanted to do, she just sat, watching as a full fledged being will change into a wolf at an instant and change back, just to show how happy he or she is. After the applaud, king Arthur continues. Years ago, we had issues with the humans, and the witches, but today, a witch saved your king, and we have humans amongst us today, which means, all that have happened s

They were winged humans! With amazement, I realized that they must be sharum, the third group of supernaturals that we'd learned about, that Zander and I were becoming. They landed near the swing sets, their legs bending down and up as their bodies dipped and stretched to stand tall. Massive wings extended out to their sides before folding behind their backs.

Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed. There are things in the air, gliding, flying; they are too huge to be birds. They look somehow human but not quite, given their horns and bat-like wings. In the outskirts of the city, one unfortunate human who dared to be out on the streets after the daylight has now become their prey. A group of those winged creatures drained his blood and left him on the ground to die.

It wasn’t the wing she tackled but something…human. She had let go of Kale’s hand. Kale was sniffing hardly trying her best not to cry. Crying was not what she needed now but she couldn’t help it. It was good for Miles and Justin because they were following the sound of the cry, hoping they were going to Kale and not an unknown being. Angela pinned the thing to the floor. As if the thing was controlling the fog. All the fog disappeared and revealed dozens of winged humans. “Let go!” the winged being she had pinned cried out. “You have crumbled my wing!”

But one day, he returned. Not alone. "He came back with an army of winged creatures—pale skinned, purple-eyed, regal beings. Human in shape, but not human. Beings of darkness and power." The battlefield paused. Even war had to stop at the sight of such a thing. The letters began glowing darker, almost as if even the book feared the memory. "The dark-winged creatures stormed the battlefield with confidence, eliminating all who stood in their way. Blood painted the ground red." Elves.