Wings Maleficent Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

As if he was caught in the flames from a dragon's lungs and there was no escape. The rain that fell did nothing to extinguish them either. Damascus closed his eyes and let the feeling overwhelm his sense. That was until he felt that he was no longer alone. Damascus slowly opened his eyes, and his vision was filled with the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes. Light shown from behind her and cast what looked to be gold wings coming from her back. Damascus had never heard of a golden dragon before. He wondered if the woman who looked like an angel was in fact one. One that had come to take him to his grandmother.

Then got closer to her, “Let me remind you what happens when you let other males touch you.” His voice roars through the club. In seconds, Ozzy and Milo appear, drawn by the shouting. Mama G looks down, her face hollow, broken. Red raising an eyebrow, sharp, “Was I supposed to let her fall on her face? On the cobblestones? In the cold?” Riko seething, “Yes. You should’ve let her fall.” Then finally looked at Red, “Then call me to pick her up.” Raven bows her head, voice flat and empty. “I’m sorry.”

“We could go now… we could leave and never come back. We can dump the kid somewhere and start our own family outside of the Fafner Kingdom…” I shoved away from him with one arm while the other stayed wrapped around my stomach. Tears spilled from my eyes as I fought against the image of horrible things he talked about. He made me feel filthy and wrong as he gripped my arms and tried to pull me closer. Whimpers and weak words of denial escaped me as he trapped my face in his hands, smiling as he tried to kiss me. “Kaliden!” I gasped as Marcus appeared behind him and ripped him off of me, tossing him aside as a growl rang out from Marcus’ chest.

I nod; I guess I'll be learning quite a bit in my time here. "What's the point of the wings when we can levitate ourselves?" I ask her "Levitation is very limited; in your case, it would use less energy than shifting into your wolf to get somewhere faster, but you can only go so high, and it doesn't allow you to move swiftly between opponents in battle. With wings, you can swoop down from great distances, shoot back up, and glide through your opponents. You'll see the difference when you get used to your wings." she says, and I nod.

Almost immediately, he ducks as his height nearly collides with one of the lamps. Damn, Trevor Willis is sexy surrounded by garish colorful lights. That’s not something just any man could pull off. As I get closer, his stare fills me with something new. The butterfly wings in my tummy come to flight. It’s as if he’s lost sight of the rest of the world. It’s as if his entire being is standing and seeing only me. I hope I’m right because at that moment I feel the same way. The bright decorations could fall and the chandeliers could crash to the floor, and it wouldn’t matter because we’re seeing one another.

The color drained from his face. "My right hand is healing. I can fly again. I have a new project now. My name will be in DARPA files, on new routes, in new test records. I don't need to return to your command to prove I'm still worth choosing." Something in him seemed to give way. He looked down at the medal in his palm, his voice barely audible. "And us?" "It's over." The music continued through the hall. The projection screen kept replaying the flight path from the demonstration. People murmured, glasses touched softly, and the world moved on.