Wings Concept Novels & Stories

It seems they are actual wings to use like we are a damn pegasus. “Well that’s new,” says Ayla. She flaps her wings a few times before settling back on her back. We watch in fascination as the wings disappear back into the blue markings on our back. “You’ve never had wings before?” “Nope, this must be from your angel side Ahsoka.” “Well we can figure it all out later. You and Ace go have fun.”

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.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

“So you all have them, too?” “Yes,” Cutter replied. “That’s how I knew you had them.” “Right.” She’d remembered him mentioning them once before, but she hadn’t realized literally all of the Keepers had them. “What are they from?” The three looked at each other for a second, as if they were silently debating who should tell her. “Wings,” Cutter finally responded. Ru turned to face him. “What’s that?” “They’re from where our wings would’ve been attached, if we were full-fledged angels instead of only half. We can’t have wings, so we have scars instead.” Cutter said it as if it should make perfect sense to anyone

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”

My skin prickled and shivered. "Are you sure? I-I don't want them to get in the way." I wasn't embarrassed by them any longer and I loved them, but I didn't want Troy to feel like my wings had to be in our lives constantly. The word freak flickered through my mind and I momentarily panicked. Then I took a deep breath and brought my wings back. I wasn't a freak. I was me and I was okay. Troy caressed my wings, sending a tremor of desire through me. There was something to be said for having the wings. They were very sensitive and Troy knew how to awaken the need in me. He pressed his lips to mine, opening my mouth and kissing me soundly.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this fake Isidore!" "Liar!" I shouted. Flames erupted from my mouth, scaring countless warriors into running away from me. I spread my wings as I spewed fire and flew toward Galen. My wings were fully spread, and they were longer than my body. As I flew, I blocked out a large part of the sun. The warriors looked up at me in shock from my shadow. I have grown accustomed to my wings. Flying high, gliding, landing, turning. I use my wings as deftly as I use my hands. They have been completely accepted by my body as my new organs.

You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

"Should I show you? How to deal with the wings? I don't even have to touch your body for that, just your wings. " Godric had straightened up a little and looked questioningly at the black-haired man. "The wings? I'm slowly starting to know how to fly with them, you don't need to show me that. ”Were the naive words that made Louis laugh. He had already expected this answer, because he didn't believe that Godric had any idea how much fun one could have with the wings. Many an angel melted under the practiced touch of Lucifer and surrendered to it .. “Look at them carefully. The wings are the mirror of yourself and belong to you like an arm or a leg. That's why you shouldn't curse your wings. J