Novel & Cerita Wings Novel

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

he said. “Wings,” I confirmed. “She absolutely has wings in her repertoire now.” “Technically they were a manifestation of—” “Wings,” I said firmly. “My best friend grew wings in a battle. I’m calling them wings.” Marcus made a sound that was probably not supposed to be a laugh and was. Kael’s hand rested on the door. The almost-smile stayed. “She’s strong,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “She is.” KAEL’S POV

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

"I cannot." "Ava, that is an order." I cut the channel and dropped toward Runway Three. The runway lights stretched toward me fast. I lowered the landing gear, and the whole frame shuddered. In the final approach, a base service vehicle suddenly shot onto the edge of the runway. The door flew open, and Chloe stumbled out as if she meant to force me away with her own body. I yanked the stick back. The landing gear scraped the runway edge, and the aircraft lurched out of balance. The left wing slammed into the barrier, sparks tearing across the ground. My harness cut into my chest as I crashed forward against the instrument panel, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

I got my angel essence from him. I felt peaceful and calm. This felt right natural. Before I could finish my thought. A scream tore from my throat. My body contorted in pain. I doubled over in the fetal position. The screams ripping through me tore at me, my back was on fire. Something was wrong, very wrong. I looked at Michael. He looked at me, helplessly and confused. He tried to hold me as another scream ripped from my throat. I pushed him away. My body levitating to the sky, a bright white glow surrounded me. When the pain started to subside, the brightness dimmed, I dropped from the sky, I landed on my feet not as gracefully as I’d like. My body felt heavy, my shoulders hurt, but the pa

Perfect. "I haven't seen your wings in a while." I started, he raised an eyebrow. "You bought a lot of canvas and I need to fill them up with something. I think your wings are perfect, can you show me?" Perhaps I was too keen as his brow went higher than normal. "Please," I added. He chortled. "You don't have to beg, baby, I can show you my wings." My smile widened and I waited and watched as a pair of dark, black wings emerged from his back. Curiously, I got behind him and traced my hand on his feathers. They were dark and pretty, what a waste.

He takes it with a puzzled look. I slowly start to unbutton the shirt I'm wearing until it falls off my shoulders. Closing my eyes and concentrating, I slowly expand my wings that are nestled around my torso. They obey and extend out, out, out. They reach above my head to the stars above, down to the sea below, and out to the horizon. The wind hits my wings, and they are refreshed by the clean open air. "You once said you wanted to see my wings shift," I say as I open my eyes. Bennet looks at me with wonder and amazement. "I think it's time you did."