Wings Aprilynne Pike Novels & Stories

As she held tightly to Mobali's hand, her eyes locked on Aidan, who stood just a few feet away. "Okay then," Liliana replied with a cruel smile. She walked behind Kaerlia, gripping her wings with an iron grip. Kaerlia clung to Mobali as if he were her lifeline, squeezing her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. She screamed in agony as Liliana ruthlessly tore her wings from her back, the pain searing through her body.

Danica’s POV Hi, I am Danica Ravens and I am seven years old. Here, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am the Alpha’s daughter of the Blood Ravens pack. We are werewolves. Yes, we do exist but we just don’t interact much with the human kind. It’s safer for us that way. I have raven black hair that extends far down my back with a single patch of crimson red hair just on the top of my head and my eyes are of the deepest emerald green just like my Mother’s. I am to be the future Alpha of the Blood Raven’s pack because I am the oldest and my Father never sired a male heir. My sister, Rebecca and I have a good life here with our parents. We are loved and well cared for among our family

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

“I love you no matter what. Show me your wings, aubade.” I changed to my demon form, bringing my wings out last. Aria froze. Confusion, concern, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re Reggie?” “What? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Those are Reggie’s wings!” “No. Reggie’s wings are white. Mine are black. These are my wings.” I insisted. She pointed accusingly at one of my wings. “That feather. The bent one. In the exact same spot as the bent feather on Reggie’s wings! I studied her wings every time I saw them. That one feather bothered me. They may be a different color, but those are Reggie’s wings!” She growled.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

he muttered, frowning. Before she could answer, a sharp smack cracked the air. Mama G had slapped Red’s hand away. “Don’t,” she warned, voice like gravel and fire. “Riko sees you touching her, he won’t ask questions—he’ll cut your damn fingers off.” Red stepped back, jaw tight. Raven slipped past them both without another word. Her eyes didn’t rise, and her footsteps were fast, too fast, as she vanished down the hall. Red moved to follow, but Mama G stopped him with a hand to his chest.

She sighed and I watched her take in a large breath, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this." Her eyes remained closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what she had to do to make her wings appear but because she had never done it before, I knew it would take some time. All she had to do was picture herself with those gorgeous crimson wings on her back. She had to picture the features that were dusted with specks of black. She had to imagine and feel the added weight of them on her back. Imagine how they would look unfurled and how long they would be. Once she got used to it, this process would be a lot quicker.

His wings flared outward, brushing the stone and rattling chains somewhere in the room. “Both,” he growled again, “hands.” Her heart hammered. Her body trembled. His thrusts made it nearly impossible to think, let alone obey. Every thrust was dizzying. Every hit of his cock to the deepest parts of her channel made white fire flash behind her eyes. Apollo slammed into her without mercy, without restraint. He moved on pure fire-breathing, lust-filled adrenaline. Her free hand shook. She lifted it anyway, breath trembling, reaching for the second wing. But right before she touched it, the rhythm of his hips broke her concentration, and her hand snapped outward too suddenly.

Alice pov. I look at my back in the mirror, with Luca marking me and licking my bruises till his mouth was dry, they have cleared up nicely. The angel healer hasn’t arrived yet so violet and Elise have been helping me clean my wings. Elise accidentally scraped it last time with her nail. I thought she was going to pass out from the guilt when I hissed in pain and fell to my knees. I told her I knew it was an accident. It just hurt like hell. They still bleed from the loss of its other half, I wished they would heal on their own. It’s been a few months since the angel's last visit, she said she’s been so busy that she apologizes for late comings. I understand her hesitation for wanting to com