Wings Aprilynne Pike Novels & Stories

I would do anything to protect them. Augustus' face pales and I notice my mates tense. Reagan stumbles back away from me nearly falling to her butt. She would have crashed to the ground had I not been quicker and caught her. I feel something within me like a slight burning pain. A tiny tether to someone unknown, but well-known by everyone in this room. They rush for the door sprinting through the house and crashing through the front doors with me hot on their heels. I pinpoint the location of the person I'm tethered to and with a burst of light, I take to the skies ripping through the air. Taking the lead with ease and nearing the location I spot the pink eyes and dark cloth. The wretched wi

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

I am a horrible person. One moment Warrick is writhing in pain and the next he sprouts dark navy wings from his back much like Divina’s light blue, silvery wings. “Holy shit, Warrick! You have wings!” I yell. He whirls around and knocks me back with his wings. “Shit, sorry Greg. What the fuck?! How... Why do I have wings?” he says bewildered. “Fuck if I know. She must have shared more than one of her abilities with you when you marked her. It happens sometimes.” I tell him. “I want a pair of wings,” I tease him with a smile. He glares at me, and I put my hands up. “Sorry man. I didn’t mean it like that. I have no aspirations to steal your mate from you,” I tell him and hope he can feel how s

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.

He suddenly turned around so fast his large wings spread to cover an impressive amount of space, the tip of its ever sharp edge slicing through Khloe's shoulder as she yelped out in pain, blood sipping down to the ground, just as Azian shot up into the sky and in no time had disappeared. Abigail hurriedly closed her eyes reaching out to Omega through their link reading only one thought before she was completely shut out. "Kaya" she whispered to herself in complete shock. Her eyes flying wide open. "A-azian. H-has wings?" Mariah panted out her eyes as wide as saucers as Khloe’s arm healed up instantly. "Where is Kaya at the moment?!" Abigail yelled stalking toward Khloe, grabbing her by the s

She didn't have to wait for very long though before it passed again; and this time, she caught a proper view. The first thing Megan saw was a pair of wings. They were long; so long in fact that they could easily be the length of a semi-truck. They were also slender, streamlined enough for presumably a smooth glide through the intense winds at the mountain top. Coming closer to the grounds, she saw that the wings sparkled in the sun like pieces of silver; several rainbow colours dancing off their edges whenever they caught the light properly.

“Aren’t they beautiful.” “They are.” He nodded. “You’re mesmerizing.” I wish I understood more about what you are. What we are, I suppose. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “What?” He looked up. “You suddenly looked morose.” “Much on my mind.” She caught his cheeks. “Well cleanse your mind! And watch this!” She released him and did a slow stroke with her wings which lifted her feet off the ground. A couple more made her rise slowly. Graceful. She was smiling down at him. Tucking the wings made her slowly turn in the spears of light sneaking through the dark leaves. Another sideways swing of them made her turn faster until she was fully around.

Kai whispers, “Why does that sound like she might say otherwise?” I don’t respond. I can barely breathe. Then Henry moves. Shadows rush out around him in violent waves. He hurls a spear of darkness straight toward her heart...and she flicks her fingers. The spear explodes midair, scattering like ash in sunlight. The ground trembles. Leaves rustle like they’ve heard this song before. She doesn’t run. Doesn’t fly. She just moves, gliding forward so fast it’s like the air skips around her. Her wings slice through the wind behind her in gleaming arcs. She calls down lightning with one hand and sends it screaming toward Henry like a thrown blade. He teleports at the last second, only to reappear

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.

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.