Wings Of Freedom Novels & Stories

Messages from the Alpha of the Southern Pack kept coming in on my phone, asking for my current location. He had once told me. "Monica, you shouldn't just stand behind someone. Your wolf soul doesn't belong to anyone. If you're willing, I hope you'll become my Beta." At the time, I had refused. That was because I only had eyes for Lawson. I thought becoming his mate was my everything. But now… I finally understood. What I had lost was not a male wolf. It was the self I had once abandoned. I made a call and gathered the warriors who had once served under me. I offered an enormous payment for one purpose and one purpose only.

I had chosen this position for the escape: it was more stable in the wind, and my arms gave her a stronger hold than my back would have. The freshly acquired wound on my shoulder throbbed sharply from the sudden exertion. But the wind I created washed the pain away, replacing it with the clean, cold sensation of freedom. The weight in my arms required only a small additional effort from my wings, which now cut into the air at full span, all ten feet of it.

He just grunted and told me to sit still. But I remember exactly why. It was the day I finally ran. The day I stopped waiting for someone to save me and saved myself. The wings were for the part of me that wanted to believe in freedom. The knife? For the part that knew I’d have to fight for it. And bleed. A shift behind me draws my attention. Alana. Barefoot. Wrapped in a blanket, eyes soft with sleep but focused. She steps onto the balcony, hair catching the moonlight like a halo.

He just stood there, motionless, like a statue. I didn't look back again. I walked forward, boarding my flight, free at last. As for him—he became just another name buried in the past.

What I do know is that I can’t let these feelings go any further. Resigned, I wait for the sky to darken. I need to stretch my wings, and I can’t do it during the day. I can’t risk being discovered. The night sky is so beautiful with its velvety indigo cloak and twinkling stars. I close my eyes and savor the freedom as the wind rushes through my wings. When I fly, I feel as if I’m the only person in the world. The stars twinkle, and the breeze caress my wings like a hypnotic caress.

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

His hands were cool against the warmth of the wings, my wings. “Their warm and soft. Pull them in against your body, just like putting your arms down.” Emerial said, it was cute that he was coaching me on how to use my wings, but I guess he would know. I smiled and did as he instructed. And then I pulled them forward and wrapped them around myself. I watched them change again, It was like the gold solidified, the feathers and colors all blended, and they became like two shields. Emerial clapped and patted my back he was very proud.

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

As he lays there not moving I saw two of his muscular goons come quickly to his side. As one stands watch, the other shifts. Before me stands the most magnificent creature I have ever witnessed. As he unfurls his wings he stands more than seven feet tall. His wings are an electric blue that deepens to saphire as the color travels down his body. His scales are in shades of indigo and deep violet. He is breathtaking. The muscle bound creature picks up the fallen leader, lets out a terryifing screech, and takes to the skies. In an instant he is gone from sight.

I have heard that he is looking for a horse though, but I could not think of my freedom been taken away from me, so I cannot get caught, it is hard enough hiding myself from humans let alone having to hide my scent from these wolves as well, it would drain me, and I may even lose my human half for good. I may spend a lot of my time in my horse form, but I do change back at least once every few days to keep my human half alive, if I do not, I could end up losing myself for good, and that is something I am not prepared to do, and neither is blue.