Wings Aprilynne Pike Novels & Stories

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.

"And I'll stand here." I smiled, understanding. "Each of us are standing in the North, South, East, and West positions." "Precisely," she agreed and then reached for the grimoire. "May I?" "Yes, of course." I headed toward her and placed it on the table. Daphne looked over the spell and then said. "Now, only Kalyssa and I will raise our hands. She and I are the only witches." "But I'm a witch-wolf hybrid—"

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding. I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside. Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in. But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

RHEA The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

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

she said delicately as Clary sagged a little in Damon and Claire's arms with a grimace. "Fuck!" Clary muttered, needing to stop as another pain ripped through her. She took deep breaths, unable to hold back the groan that ripped out of her. "I vote to cut her wings. Take her wings, she has proved she is a danger to everyone around her" she said when the pain receded, glaring at the woman who had almost taken Claire's life.

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

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.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."