Novel & Cerita Wings Of Life

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

I couldn't stop my cheeks from burning as much as I tried. As soon as I felt the protection of his wings, the enemy launched another barrage of powerful blows. The strikes came from all directions, each more powerful than the last. Chase's body shifted with the titanium wings being crushed by powerful forces. His arms around me didn't budge as he growled loudly. You couldn't damage Chase's wings if you tried. His wings appeared unbreakable despite repeated attempts at crushing him by the enemy. I never doubted that my involvement in this tremendous power was essential.

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

she talked to her reflection as she forced herself into her facility tights. She was born in the facility and had never seen the outside world. Spreading her aching wings, occasional simmerings of electricity raced across their beautiful plumage, red brown like her hair and laced with a splattering of green. She smiled as she thought of swooning and fleeing teenagers yelling like banshees. Having watched videos of birds and their wings, Omotola knew the 5th generation children’s wings weren't as fragile but were hard as steel and sharp as knives, they were not made only for graceful flight; they were deadly weapons of both defense and offence.

She didn't have to wait for very long though before it passed again; and this time, she caught a proper view. The first thing Megan saw was a pair of wings. They were long; so long in fact that they could easily be the length of a semi-truck. They were also slender, streamlined enough for presumably a smooth glide through the intense winds at the mountain top. Coming closer to the grounds, she saw that the wings sparkled in the sun like pieces of silver; several rainbow colours dancing off their edges whenever they caught the light properly.

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.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.