Wings Concept Book Novels & Stories

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

Confusion riddled my features, "My wings aren't white or fully gold to rule." "You were born to rule," Zora squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in the air, "that's why you were willing to give up everything for your people. Keep your wings hidden. No one's seen what they look like. When the time comes for you to take your place, all they will see is a set of white wings that emerged from your mating bond." "You can't be honestly suggesting what I think you are," I stared at her flabbergasted. "I am," holding her hands out—palms facing up, a blinding white light flashed into existence before vanishing just as quickly. In its place, lying on her palms, sat the second half of the book. Zo

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.

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

'HEAVENLY DEMON WINGS' were the words written on this book in large letters. "Heavenly demon wings....what a good name for a skill. I hope that this technique is just as good as its name suggests," Tsarayu said to himself while looking at this book. Tsarayu liked reading such a dominating name, and he was already impressed with the name of this technique. Tsarayu thus decided to read it. Tsarayu opened this book and started reading. As he was reading this book page by page, his expressions were constantly changing regularly, from curious to amazed, then to shocked, and then to thoughtful.

For some reason I felt completely comfortable with June even though I had spent more time with Jenny. “Alright well maybe I can put your mind to ease. There are a few people in this world that realized a long time ago that the justice system could not help everyone. Too often the people that need help the most are the ones left to their own wits. Jenny and I grew up watching our mother getting hurt a lot. No one helped her, and eventually he killed her. We knew then that we would find a way to help others in her situation, so Clipped Wings was born.” June patiently explained to me.

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

He did not even like humans until recent years. I storm through the corridor, the earthen walls cold and unwelcoming. Making my way to a large ledge leading out, I stand in the windy glory of the Perilous Horde territory. The sky, a dark ocean of black, does much to abate my growing irritation as I strip, peeling off my leather garments. The cool air licks at my skin and a shiver runs through me as it plays with my hair in teasing pulls. Without a moment to lose, I jump off the ledge, my body becoming consumed in a cloud of my poison elemental. Thick violet fog shrouds my figure as I faze mid-fall. My wings are the first to burst through the fog. As the winds push under them, I take flight l

From his back came a pair of wings—long, black, feathered wings. Curiosity quickly got the best of her, and Jaida reached out to touch the soft looking structures on his back. The second her hand came in touch with a feather, one thing began glowing from around the boy's neck. She felt a tiny low twitch return from the feather she had touched, thus she pulled her hand away. She watched in awe as his wings began to fold and shrink. They were disappearing into his back, and once they were gone, she noticed that there was no proof that they'd ever existed. There weren't even two wing sized rips in his robes. It had been as if she had simply imagined the entire thing

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.