Wings Glory Mga Nobela at Kwento

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

Clutching my hand, she couldn't utter a single word. Eric Prescott let out a heavy sigh and pushed a document toward me. It was an equity transfer agreement. "Naomi signed this before she was dragged away, Kie," he began. "She said… you were the one who founded Celestial Group. Now, it should be returned to its rightful owner. She wanted you to know she's sorry." I scanned the document. Naomi's signature was scrawled across it, as if it had drained her of the very last of her strength.

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

His wings were massive and glowing and-- Wait a minute, Shelby whispered. Theyre not gold! Miles blinked. How can they not be gold? Of course the Nephilim would be confused. The pision of wing color was as clear as night and day: gold for demons, silver or white for everyone else. And the Noah they knew was a demon. Noah was in no mood to explain to Shelby why Noah s wings were pure, bright white, as radiant as diamonds, glistening like sun-kissed snow.

My eyes widened when his shirt ripped in half and massive glowing white wings extended from his upper back until the tips of them touched the walls of the hallways. "You're an angel?"

He had wings! "This is the first time I've seen an Alpha with wings. There hasn't been a race like that before," I murmured as cold sweat began to trickle down. The wings on his back grew larger and larger until they reached a point where the space before me was covered by their width. With a flap of his wings, he could summon a storm that sent birds fleeing. And his feathers were as sharp as golden spears, easily breaking mineral rocks beside me. *Gulp* I swallowed my saliva. When my power was already depleted quite a bit, he entered his perfect form, resembling an angel.

Neither was my skin any perfect than before. But I found peace in beautiful dresses, makeup and my new wings. The prince provided for everything including the most expensive dresses I wear everyday after I claimed he was my mate. But I am glad I got the rarest and what people admired most ,wings. I was sad that I was not adored with any powers apart from strength but the more people stared at my wings in admiration during parties, the more it helped boost my confidence and my ego. I step out of the bathroom to find Jean gazing out of my window.

“You’re right, I’m going to see her.” He gives me a wistful smile and salutes me with his drink. “Good luck.” Stepping out of the club, I make my way to my car. I can’t help but think about what I’m going to do. As I drive up to my hill, I take a couple of moments to contemplate my options. Even though Azazel’s advice is useful, I can’t help but feel trepidation build in my stomach. As if certain of what I should do, my wings strain for release. I don’t think as I unbutton my shirt and remove it. My wings expand behind my back, flexing and fluttering with relief. It’s been difficult to contain my wings lately. I guess if I had to describe it, I would say it feels like if you had your hands t

RHEA The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

But she can’t give up now. She kept walking for too long with heavy steps and then she tried spreading out her wings. For a moment, she was thankful that her wings came out. Speckles of golden glitters from her wings were dancing along the gravity like waves of motion. Now the zigzag path ignites with the flames of her wings either horizontally, vertically, or in waves. Because of it, the unknown path slowly revealed the right way, but still so far to reach. She didn’t know how many hours or days she had been walking and with every agonizing step, her body was trembling and her legs were numb with pain. She could only grind her teeth while trying to accept the excruciating pain.