Wings Of Shattered Sorrow Novels & Stories

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.

Zina, you are not ugly, and I'm sure your wolf would be beautiful too. She looked at me with innocent eyes and I felt my heartbreak for her, "why don't you shift for me, I will gladly watch you." Zina looked down at her hands and I saw a tear trail down her cheek, "I… have forgotten how, I haven't shifted in seven years." She cried out and I gathered her in my arms. I didn't know she was going through this kind of pain, I wish I could kill everyone who hurt her. "Baby girl, let me teach you, it's really not hard. I promise."

Milo's chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, and the glow in her eyes faded to their normal warm brown. Then her powers subsided completely. The last flame flickered out. The last shard of ice melted into a puddle on the floor. The hallway was a wreck of scorch marks and frost. She ran toward me. Her small legs carried her across the damaged floor. I dropped to my knees and caught her, scooping her up into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, and I held her as tightly as I could without hurting her.

Not even the shadows that once answered my smallest thought. I close my swollen eyes. Two days. Then fire. Then perhaps… peace. In the silence of my ruined hearing, I mouth one last word against the dark: *Sorry.* To Mom. To Dad. To Victoria. To the girl I used to be. The chains creak. The torchlight flickers. And Raven Winterstar waits for the end she can no longer outrun. The Guard's Lament

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

Every time, they chipped away at me, splintering my heart. And every time, I lashed out without thinking. "That was your child! How could you say such a thing?" Lucas would always meet my anger with that same cold stare, never responding, as if he enjoyed watching me unravel. But now? I felt nothing. I had gone completely numb. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was exhaustion, but the cold wind seeping in from the window made me shiver violently. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to remain distant.

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.