Wings Novel Novels & Stories

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

His body was reacting to hers so he broke the hug and snapped at her, ‘When you fail because of your stubbornness don’t say I did not warn you’ He stomped off and she grinned, ‘Silly little Alpha Wolf you have no idea what you are dealing with.’ She waited until he was out of sight and then spread her wings, she had only rediscovered them about a week before when she had fallen while out running, Her foot had caught in an unseen root and she tumbled through the brush and over the side of the cliff facing certain death until her body had reacted on instinct the stunning snow white wings had opened ending her headlong flight to certain death. She floated on an updraft and soared into the sky,

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

' His velvet chuckle flutters down our bond before his glittering darkness consumes us and we fall away from the world. We land in his living room and I light the hearths as I drag my aching body away from him. I want so badly to plop onto the couch but I'm covered in dirt mud and blood and I also haven't figured out how to make the wings vanish. 'How about a warm bath.' I nearly purr at the idea and he is gone before I can even beg him. I would grovel at his feet for any sort of relief from this aching pain. He's back at my side in no time and guiding me up the stairs into our room. The attached bathing room is large and I internally thank Silas for the large tub because I have two wings to

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.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

She gradually extended her hand and brushed the feather of his wings. “They are…” “Beautiful, right?” He was so excited to show Evangeline her wings that he didn’t even let her finish. “Divine. I was going to say divine.” She met his gaze and smiled. He returned the smile and with a swish of wind the wings disappeared. “Though I have a problem. Every time I open them, they just make a hole on my shirts, like they are blades. Plus they look weird when they are packed. Any suggestion?” He questioned her, after taking a seat on the couch.

Maia said, licking her lips in anticipation. “Maia! You know what happens if I lose my wings.” Azrael shrieked. “Oh, I know all too well,” Maia said when eight beautiful white wings suddenly emerged behind her. “H____how is that possible? You’re only two wings from Michael!” Azrael exclaimed. “Am I now. How convenient. Tell me, Azrael. Did you ever think you would be in such a position when you pulled my wings all those years ago?” Maia asked as she had her wings retract.