Wings Aprilynne Pike Novels & Stories

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

The other rumor surrounding dark angels is that they are always female, but again there is no proof that this is true. “Is there proof of this?” I asked. He slides another picture of her wings. Fuck, in the picture the newborn is sprouting a small pair of black feathered wings. This is the proof we need. I began to make plans to attack the castle. Someone there knew where the child was. However, the very next day we were attacked, and we had to go on the run and into hiding. I had been searching for that little girl since. We had found her a couple of times. She was living with a witch, but I had no idea how the witch came to have her. I had asked around and from what I was able to find out

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the

Spitfire, on the other hand, looked like royalty. She sat perched on the edge of a lounge chair, wearing a floral collar around her neck, with white and yellow fabric flowers that Amaya insisted made her “look festive, not annoyed.” Spitfire looked deeply annoyed. But regal. Regal and displeased. Which, to be fair, was her default setting. I stood under the awning, half-watching the chaos unfold and half-trying not to cry into my plastic margarita cup. This was my family. Not the flawless sitcom kind. The real kind. Loud. Messy. Overprotective. Mine.

“Just a second.” The witch had both Chloe and Lucas confused as she rushed to her desk, grabbing her phone and tapping away at the screen. Within a few seconds she was back with the pair, holding up the device to show a photograph of a young woman. Blonde hair had been pulled into a ponytail and blue eyes sparkled behind light make up. Pink lips were tugged up in a light relaxed smile suggesting she meant it rather than putting it on for the picture. It was the first time that Chloe had ever seen the photo but it wasn’t the first time she had seen the woman in the photo and her heart leapt into her throat at the sight.

Michael took over immediately and grabbed Mina as she slipped from his back, he wrapped his arms around her, as his wings expanded and he took flight bringing Mina back on the wing of the jet. He placed Mina back on his back and allowed Onyx to take back control. Mina's harness snapped back into place as Blaze went from archangel to wolf. “Damn I hate you, you got an angel and a wolf, and all we got is regular wolves.” Ji'lahni said and Maka growled offended. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that, you're a fucking alpha you're the strongest wolf that I have ever seen, but wings would be fucking awesome right now.” Ji'lahni said shrugging, he knew what she meant and he had to admit wings would be a

With wide eyes, I watched feathers emerge from her back, blood-red feathers, growing with each grunt, soon to reveal a pair of mighty, bloody wings fluttering uncertainly in the wind. "What the fuck?" I didn't finish the sentence because there was a sudden movement, and I was already screaming out of fear. I held Mackenzie like a vine as the cold wind whipped my naked body, and the raindrops washed away the sweat and dirt from me. Mckenzie continued to stare at the sky as, as if in a trance, she moved through the clouds, carrying us on her angel wings above the storm.

“Now, wait you just a moment. Sit back down. I said I not be changing me mind. It doesn’t mean you’s can’t convince me.” I knew then he was bluffing. There was something else he wanted more, and the pearls were just a test to see how far I’d go. (End of Wings of Momentum) *** I hope you enjoyed Reggies little time in the spot light. Ayda's second installment will be started sometime time soon in Heart Of Hell. I hope you watch for it, and know I appreciate all the readers who've taken the time to read my stories, much love! XXo