Wings Glory Novels & Stories

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

Lirle said. I started to run over, but my wings lifted me from the ground and I gasped. Crying and laughing at the same time, I studied my reflection in the polished glass. Though I was relatively clean from my bath in the river, my hair was a mess and my shirt was in tatters. I pushed that aside and turned, watching my new wings flutter. They were large and black and reptilian, like those of a dragon - like Troy's. My love, I thought, desperate to be with him again. I moved and the light hit my wings just right. They sparkled with the colors of the seven magics. "They are beautiful," I said, flying back over to Armond and Karelle. My hands clasped together in prayer, I bowed before them wit

They were white, a pure white and they were glowing. He asked her again if she was ready and she nodded again. He told her to tighten up her grip, she was yet to do so when he took off. She was flabbergasted, the wings were flapping together and they rose above ground level. She was just staring at the flapping glowing wings until he spoke to her. "Stop looking at the wings and look down." He said. She did. She looked down and her grip tightened, the city looked far off from where they were and it looked even more beautiful.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

The sound chased her, relentless. She dropped to her knees before the basin, barely noticing the stone humming beneath her. Her hands gripped the bowl’s edge, a ripple shattering the surface as she leaned in, hair falling forward around her face. For a suspended heartbeat, she saw only herself—flushed skin, wild eyes, a faint glow clinging to her like heat haze. Then the water stilled. And behind her reflection, something shone. Adelaide’s breath caught. Wings. Clear as truth. White and gold fire arced from her shoulders, not blazing, not consuming, but defined. Each wing curved outward in elegant, impossible lines, feathers shaped from living Emberlight, layered and vast. They moved subtly

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.

He eventually cleaned up his business ventures and became the richest man in the city. I went to Dad's gravesite to pay my respects once Chase was convicted. I discovered that a fresh sapling had started to grow on his burial plot. I found a butterfly settling on my head, prompting me to wonder if it was a manifestation of Dad. I looked at the butterfly and realized that Dad might have been the one to secure this second chance at life for me. I laid the sunflowers at the site and bowed deeply in respect to Dad. I walked onto the school grounds with Mom on that joyful day, entering the bright future that was finally mine.