Wings Concept Book Novels & Stories

I don’t understand what happened. Why did we have to leave Zeus’ house? I thought our humans were getting along nicely. But another woman showed up, and Xenia left instead of marking her territory. Why would she leave like that? She wanted to breed with Clay, so why not send that other female running? It made no sense.

Chapter 12 RUBIN "What the fuck?" I stare back at him as he loom over me–he is so tall that I have to crane my neck to be able to stare at him. My wings appeared instantly, nervously fluttering on my back, my hands steadily growing sweaty as I swallowed. I was quite shock that I was still breathing for I am afraid of what he will do. A few seconds passed and I squared up my shoulders, taking the book from the floor while trying to gather up more courage as I began to speak, “He-hello there. It's me, Rubin, Rubin Hearthrowe. What about you? What is your name?" I cringed at how shaky my voice appeared and instead, tighten my hold at the book. He glared at my hand which is currently holding the

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky

the AI commanded when it sensed Adolf move and the drones immediately swarmed around him in a pattern that made it seemly difficult for him to move in any direction without coming against more than two of them at a time. "Open fire," it commanded and they did. Adolf held a wing in front of himself as a shield to deflect the bullet and used the other to guide himself towards the ground in a glide. Watching the attack, Megan observed that whenever Adolf's wings were hit, the contact spark would morph into a rainbow wave that travelled through the length of the wings to lodge at their edges. Okay, there was definitely nothing natural about those wings, she concluded without a doubt. "What exact

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

They understood what I was doing at once and immediately launched an attack down the left wing. Ian's face changed drastically when he saw this, as he desperately tried to get back on defense. However, our formation was already fully deployed by then, completely blocking his path. The first period ended with us leading 2-0. The second and third periods of the game only grew more intense. I dribbled into the box. Ian roared as he charged at me, trying to ram me into the barrier. In the past, I would have deliberately avoided him just to avoid injuring him. But this time, I didn't back down at all.

Whoever painted and wrote this book has an incredible ability, and I feel enchanted reading what is written below: One day, long ago , before wolves lurked in the land, before humans ruled the land, there were creatures that didn't have a name. These creatures had human bodies with wings made of pure night light. Wondrous creatures with a fierce temper and powerful instincts, they watched the fall and rise of every being on earth. They have extraordinary powers, powers like nothing the world will ever see born again. One day these creatures became known as angels. They have distorted human stories to the point where humans worship these angels without knowing what they worship. They were mad

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

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.