Wings Book Novels & Stories

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

He takes it with a puzzled look. I slowly start to unbutton the shirt I'm wearing until it falls off my shoulders. Closing my eyes and concentrating, I slowly expand my wings that are nestled around my torso. They obey and extend out, out, out. They reach above my head to the stars above, down to the sea below, and out to the horizon. The wind hits my wings, and they are refreshed by the clean open air. "You once said you wanted to see my wings shift," I say as I open my eyes. Bennet looks at me with wonder and amazement. "I think it's time you did."

I paused right where I was, my eyes going wide. “ If you are a God, that means our babies are what, Gods? No, Demi-Gods?” I asked, my body just jolting. My eyes widened even harder as Vampir’s wings pulled open and curved. It was so cute. I tried picking one baby, moving to place him on the wing. He did not even stir, just lying so comfortably. I moved my daughter and placed her right next to her brother. She just curled herself in her daddy’s wing. These two would be spoiled rotten. I would give them only the best the world could offer. I made sure they were not hurting, the wings so soft, so thick and comfortable, even I wanted to tuck myself in there.

They all belong in books and movies. He leans in and takes my hand. “Believe,” he mutters softly as he brings my hand to touch his wing. It feels really soft as if it was made of expensive silk. I walk to his side to get a better look. Somehow, I still can’t believe that he’s indeed an angel. I want to make sure that these wings aren’t just a theatrical prop. “They’re real.”

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

Just as Tsarayu picked up the book, he could see that it was a little different from the previous book. Its material was different from the previous one and did not feel as good, although it was still more superior than anything else he had seen back home. One more thing that was different about this book compared to the previous book was that there was actually a name written in the book. 'HEAVENLY DEMON WINGS' were the words written on this book in large letters.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

Chapter 1- Everything is changing Nevaeh His beautiful muscular body is straining. However, my eyes are focused on the magnificent wings standing proudly behind his back. “They're beautiful. Can I touch them?” I whisper softly. Even though I can't see his face, I know that he is beautiful. He smiles, running his hand caressingly over my arm and whispers sensuously. “Nevaeh, you are my Sodales semper, my love, always.” He says in a deep, gravelly voice. I move forward, my hand extended. I want to touch him so badly that my body is shaking with excitement. As he moves closer, I can feel his breath on my face. His wings move as if seeking my hand. My hand strokes the feathers. They are soft and

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i