Wings Of Life Novels & Stories

Rachael said pulling her to a chair and they sat down “Wait, where are your wings?” Rachael asked “I am in the mortal plane so they are invisible” “Mortal plane? What does that mean?” Rachael asked “Mortal plane is the physical world of man” Beth said “But I remember seeing Angel Michael’s wings and the others when they fought Arnold” Yvonne said “They are warriors but I'm not; only warriors have the ability to make their wings visible in the mortal plane” she replied “Cool, are you God’s favorite female?” Rachael asked “Rachael leave the pretty creature alone” Yvonne said walking to the kitchen

My hands clawed at the floor as something ripped through skin and bone. Wings. Not feathered. Not scaled. But something in between made of shadow and light, stretching high above me, shaking the hall with their power. Everyone stared. Kael’s growl broke the quiet, his voice raw with both awe and rage. “Wings. Harbinger wings.” Lucien’s lips curved in a dangerous smile. “Beautiful. More beautiful than I ever imagined.” Darius’s fire faded at his hands, his face carved with fear. “That’s not beauty. That’s destruction.”

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.

That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now. "Ahm! That explained a lot of why the warriors here are scared of him. He told me once that he only needed his wings so he could fly again!" Alright, that gave me relief. Now, I knew exactly what to do. I got up and tore the giant rope that was wrapped around his mighty wings. The wings were small. They were like wings of angels, not dragons. I had no idea how this would work, but I had a huge faith that these treasured wings would wake him up and make him soar high in the sky again. I placed the wings beside him while King Logan and Alpha Adam made him lie on his stomach. I put the wings on his ba

A blush crawls up my face, and I quickly turn around to hide myself from him. "Stop." His deep voice reverberates through the forest. It holds so much authority that I'm forced to stop walking. I slowly turn around. He's sauntering towards me. And before he approaches me, his wings shoot out of his back, creating a force similar to when waves collide in the oceans. I flinch at the power the wings hold. As he moves, he causes the trees to move with him, making the forest roar in acknowledgement of the presence of a powerful being.

They flare on either side of me and when I stand, the points arch to encompass a wide scope of the ground, causing the others to back away in shock. Because I have wings. Wings of fire.

“Ai!” “Raiden!” Hearing their screams of cries and desperation. The hourglass broke into pieces, sending them both farther away from each other, wherein their struggle and might do not do a single thing. Glass-like wings emerge from the back of them. With the prominent him that is pulled and now wrap by the immediate dark like tentacle hands. His wings formed into the intricate pattern of his own life, mana, identity, blood, origin, and memories. Shines into a mix of the shade of red and resembles the beauty of the sunset. She and the prominent her suck unto the void where her wings grow with its intricate mark and symbol of her life, man, blood, and memories. Resembling the starry night sky

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

"Should I show you? How to deal with the wings? I don't even have to touch your body for that, just your wings. " Godric had straightened up a little and looked questioningly at the black-haired man. "The wings? I'm slowly starting to know how to fly with them, you don't need to show me that. ”Were the naive words that made Louis laugh. He had already expected this answer, because he didn't believe that Godric had any idea how much fun one could have with the wings. Many an angel melted under the practiced touch of Lucifer and surrendered to it .. “Look at them carefully. The wings are the mirror of yourself and belong to you like an arm or a leg. That's why you shouldn't curse your wings. J

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”