Wings Of Life Novels & Stories

She had drawn a couple of sigils on the floor and had a lit red candle in her grip. "Two becomes one. One raises the hatchet and strikes the one. So, mote it be for generations to come. In twos do they come, offspring from the light and from the dark. Strings of fate entangled around two of souls. Offspring in twos with seeds of cruelty and discord so mote it be" Anger welled up inside of me, but that anger was quickly replaced by confusion when I heard the cries of two women who seemed to be in labour. Next came the cries of newborns. It was at this point that I understood what was going on.

" It's for the best Talon, we...we need you to... cooperate so that we can do this once and for all, don't worry because with time your wings will get back together, it would be rightfully yours and you would be able to fly with it..." " But I already have this one, Mami told me that if I keep on trying and keep working hard then I would be able to fly with it, the wings are just growing out and that's why I can't fly with them, right?" Poor Talon was already tearing out. Queen Hannah felt pity on the poor boy, it was hard taking something so precious to him. Every child born a vampire would always dream of having their wings someday, it gave them extra abilities after they had received thei

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

“It responds to you… like it’s alive.” “It is alive,” Maelis’s voice echoed suddenly. The seer stumbled into view, her staff glowing faintly, her robes scorched. “The blade carries the soul of the first starborn. Serenya, it will only reveal its wings to one who dares burn for love and kingdom alike.” Wings. The word seared itself into Serenya’s mind. She looked at the blade—and then, impossibly, luminous wings unfurled from its hilt, spectral fire woven from starlight. The wings wrapped around her like armor, shielding her from the next surge of dragonfire.

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

He eventually cleaned up his business ventures and became the richest man in the city. I went to Dad's gravesite to pay my respects once Chase was convicted. I discovered that a fresh sapling had started to grow on his burial plot. I found a butterfly settling on my head, prompting me to wonder if it was a manifestation of Dad. I looked at the butterfly and realized that Dad might have been the one to secure this second chance at life for me. I laid the sunflowers at the site and bowed deeply in respect to Dad. I walked onto the school grounds with Mom on that joyful day, entering the bright future that was finally mine.

“Then who are you marrying? Everyone knows you are madly in love with me. Do you expect them to believe you would choose someone else?” He tilted his head, mockery sharpening his voice. “Besides me, there is only the sixth son. Cassian, the broken-winged one. His wings were shattered in that griffin crash, and he has hidden in the shadow halls ever since. Some say he will never fly again. Some say other things are broken too. What will you do, Elena? Spend your life with an angel who cannot even lift himself into the sky?” The hall laughed again. Just then, Cassian Seraphiel appeared at the entrance in a wheeled chair, pushed by an attendant. His face was pale, and his dark cloak covered the