Wings Of Freedom Novels & Stories

the Emperor said. His voice carried enough pressure to crush bone. He didn’t even raise his hands—he commanded the entire court with a single shift of his wings. The great, dark spans stayed absolutely still, a faint rustle of bone against velvet the only sound. They didn’t look like wings meant for flight—they looked like towering shields of midnight, curved inward as if any defiance would be crushed beneath them. The room froze. It was the first time anyone had ever seen the Emperor reveal his wings. Rumors had long spread that he was defective, that he had no wings at all—that he banned others from showing theirs to hide his shame. But there they were: a powerful, unique pair of black win

You're everything, everything I wish I could be Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle For you are the wind beneath my wings 'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings Oh, the wind beneath my wings You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings Fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

the Alpha asked. “Hm… I do not know.” “See, I am not an angel. I do not have wings.” “It must be fun to have wings, isn’t it? like the birds who can just freely venture the sky and watch the beauty of the world below them. Would you not like that?” I remarked and thought of what could be the birds sees when they are in the air, gliding their wings, and feeling the breeze and freedom they have. “Why would one wants to see the beauty of the world when the one in front of them was more priceless and astounding?”

“She has a stick up her ass and a head full of hairspray. And if you think she’s a better person than Ofelia just because she grew up in your world, then I’m glad I walked away from it.” The line went quiet for a beat. Then, calm, clipped, dismissive: “I knew this would happen. Give a man too much freedom, and he forgets who he is.” I closed my eyes, the familiar ache in my chest twisting tight like it used to in high school. Every time I spoke up. Every time I chose a path that didn’t come with a trust fund or a last name that provided leverage. “I didn’t forget,” I said. “I chose. There’s a difference.”

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.

He called out from behind, begging me to take him with me. "Please, just look at me once, Alina, just once!" His voice cracked with desperation, almost as if he was about to collapse. But my heart was strangely calm, as if he was calling out to someone else. Years ago, when I boarded the plane to Damaria, Chandler had called out to me, too. I had almost turned around, wanting to run back to him and tell him I wasn't leaving. But he told me he would wait for me. He said our separation was just temporary, and we'd have decades to be together.

Having said that, they pushed me along and began leading me toward the stairs. Mom rushed after us, weeping as she clung to my hand. "You can't take him away! He just finished his exams and is supposed to start training as a pilot in September! He's going to attend Aeronautical Command University and fly planes! Please don't take him away!" I could feel my eyes welling up with tears the moment I saw Mom drop to her knees and plead before the police officers. I helped her to her feet and said, "You shouldn't do this, Mom. I need you to listen to me—I'm completely innocent.

"You used to be so bright and full of life. Over time, I got used to you, and the spark faded. Then Leticia appeared, and things spiraled out of control. "But I can't let go of all these years. Come back with me, and we'll start fresh. Please." I never imagined Ayden could be this shameless to say he saw a younger version of me in her. How dare he! Leticia stood still, wiping away her tears and slowly coming back to her senses. "What about our child? If you don't care about our child, I'll just jump from here." Leticia ran to the bridge and looked at the surging river below.

She opened her wings, creating a double sail, the beats of her wings driving her body against him, the thrust of cock into cunt divine as the wind whipped past them, and the heat of her wings created a mist of cloud. Together they coasted, their mouths hungrily upon each other, their bodies entangled and joined, and their wings holding them safe and high, until he felt the burn of orgasm pull through his balls, and he broke off the kiss to groan against her cheek. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, gripping him tight. “Now.” They brought their wings tight to their bodies, letting gravity send them plummeting towards the ground, adding adrenaline to the orgasm, so they fell together as they came togethe

In that occasion, she looked pitiable for me. Having sympathy to those people who were destined to fight me, was just a weakness. I didn't want to show my weakness anymore, because it would be an impediment in gaining my freedom. At the same time, I realized that seeking for freedom was never been easy, it needed an enormous sacrifice, bravery and patience.