Wings Aprilynne Pike Novels & Stories

The sky was the color of iron. Storm clouds gathered on the horizon, but no rain fell—only wind, hot and sharp as a blade, sweeping through the trees like a warning. The air buzzed with static, and the scent of pine was thick enough to choke on. Something was coming. And every bone in my body knew it. “Again,” I barked, catching Mara’s blade with mine and twisting hard to the left. She grunted, recovering quickly. “You’re gonna break my damn wrist.”

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

“This arena that you were saying. Where exactly are they planning to put it up and when is construction starting?” Rico pulled out a long rolled up paper and laid it out on the table. He pinned the corners to make sure it would stay in place. “The west wing aren’t sure yet where it will be placed but it seems that they are dumping their construction materials near the Burner.” Rico replied while encircling on his map the location of the burner. In the middle of their meeting, there came knocking frantically on the metallic door. Rico rush to the door and with his croaky voice he asked,