Wings Of Freedom Novels & Stories

Diving through storms I summon just to feel the rain on our skin. Soaring until the air is too thin to breathe—and his heat is all I need. Every flight a promise. Every touch a vow. Raw. Consuming. Eternal. The flying isn’t escape. It’s us. Unchained. Burning. Together. his wings carrying us both, powerful beats thundering in my ears, my sunrise boosting us higher, wind roaring cold and sharp against my face, biting cheeks until his heat chases it away, his arms unbreakable around me, body pressed tight, heartbeat syncing with mine, the rush of air tasting of ice and freedom.

It was such a good opportunity, so why was he not supporting her now? Tyr stood up and went to the window to watch the birds soaring in the sky. “For an eagle to spread its wings and soar freely, its wings need to be strong enough. Winifred, I believe in you! This time, even without my help, you’ll be able to stun the world!”

Rule number one is that if anyone sees your wings, you have the full consent of the family to kill that person unless they're like us. Actually, that might be rule number two. Number one might be table manners. Or that might be three. I know four is knock on doors and push daffodils. Five was something like say 'excuse me' when you burp or fart. So if somebody does peek on me and I fart on them, I have to remember to say that. The trickling water runs across the surface of my blue wings, and I feel it start to ease and stretch back to my normal six-yard wingspan. My shower, because maybe I have diamonds laying around like old pairs of shoes, is big enough for that.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

The moment the plane soared into the clouds, a relief I had never felt before washed over me. Finally, it was truly over.

Eira Freedom was ice cold. And it carried the suffocating taste of guilt. High above the clouds, where the noise of the world could no longer reach us, the wind lashed against my face like thousands of tiny needles piercing my skin. My chattering teeth kept rhythm with the tension twisting inside me. Noctis’ enormous wings beat through the sky with regal, unstoppable power, carrying us farther away from the southern plains, the smoke of war, the King’s gilded cage…

It felt good to get the top layers off, not just for the idea that we were going to have sex, but to let my wings free. Fae could fold their wings against their back into a fairly narrow line, much like a moth in hiding. But that didn’t mean I enjoyed having them pinned under a shirt and jacket like this. But the tux was a rental, and I wasn’t going to cut holes in it the way that I would make custom slits in a garment of my own. The minute my shirt left my shoulders and hit the floor, my wings popped free, stretching themselves out. I let out a sigh of relief.

I’d barely been able to keep them a secret during my first shift but by the Goddess was I glad I did. People began to murmur again, praising Carys, “How can this be?” I heard Vivian mutter to my father who was looking equally stunned. “A snowflake on her forehead! How rare!” “And look at those wings! They’re gorgeous!” “Much more powerful than Freya’s.” The snowflake symbolised my father’s pack, The Ice Heart Pack and my wings must’ve come from my mother’s in the Feather Wing Pack. They were large and beautiful as Carys flexed them for all to see.

she clarified with a nod of her head toward me, "I've heard of the return of your wings. I want to see them for myself. If you don't mind." My lips curled upward and I gestured for Sylvain to give me some room. Once he had moved to stand next to Zora, I rolled my shoulders and set my wings free. They sprang from my back, unfurled and glorious as they caught the slices of sunlight spilling into the room. The ombre of gold blending into black shimmered blindingly when I shook out my features, allowing them to settle more comfortably. "Amazing," Zora whispered, awestruck at the sight. She closed the distance between us and held an open palm up, "may I?"