Wings Of Shattered Sorrow Novels & Stories

My claws extended without conscious thought, and before I knew it, before I could stop myself or even think to try, the mirror was in shards at my feet. The crash echoed through the abandoned wing, a sound like thunder and breaking hearts. Each piece that hit the stone seemed to take a piece of that impossible hope with it, scattering fragments of what might have been across the dusty floor. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, hands bleeding from where the glass had bitten deep, surrounded by a thousand fractured reflections that showed me nothing but darkness. But still... something lingered.

I watched with wide eyes and balled fist as she slipped through the door_leaving me to deal with my own unrequited feeling. I let the bottle within my grasp fly across the room in one swing as it shattered into tiny piece just like my heart. This isn't over yet. Not until I say it's over. Aria will be mine. I walked over to the couch and settled back down against the first one as I allow my aching muscles to relax bit by bit. You will be mine Aria... I kept chanting my mantra with my eyes close while I pushed her words out of my head. The shadow of her words were still lingering around even though she had walked out a while ago.

Milly shrieks in delight and laughs for the first time since she was taken. ---Divina--- I am so giddy with excitement that my wings are back. When they took my wings from me, and the feathers lay in mangled heaps in front of me I was devastated. What is it with them and destroying our wings? An image of Warrick’s face twisted in agony as his wings were cut from his back flashes across my mind and sobers me up instantly, and my smile fades.

My father had held on to hope that the young alpha would learn and grow into half of the man his father was, and this was ultimately my father’s undoing. One night a small group of rogue wolves had been brought before the alpha because they had been discovered on the perimeters of his lands. They were young, most of them had not even reached adolescence or been presented with their wolves yet. The alpha condemned them to death immediately. My father stepped forward to voice his opposing opinion and was deemed a traitor. The alpha took his life immediately in front of everyone. I had just returned from hunting when I felt the familiar bond shared between wolves shatter. I had never felt pain

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

In just a few seconds, he was like a clay doll covered in cracks as if he would shatter at any time. Miserable shrill cries couldn't relieve the pain of his skin splitting apart and bones shattering. Even his divine soul was being squeezed, and the pain penetrated his bone marrow. He couldn't bear it. Blood splattered down from mid-air. Everyone was so shocked that their hearts almost stopped beating. It was too cruel. The Immortal Master of the Winged race was now like a piece of sponge. Blood was squeezed out of his body, and all the pores in his body were spurting out blood.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

I didn’t want to pull on my wings because I really liked the hoodie I was wearing, and my wings would make mincemeat of it. I caught her eyes and all I could see was anger and hatred boiling in them. I pushed with my aura so hard my hands felt like fire against her arms. She started making a sound that was close to pain and then suddenly Cash pulled us apart. I was now standing behind Cash as he faced the clawing wolf himself. “Stop it, before you get hurt!” Cash growled at her. She immediately stopped and started sobbing as she quickly rubbed the burn marks on her arms that my hands had left behind.

His fingers twitched as if he wanted to reach for her again, but he held himself back. "Don’t say that," he said, almost desperate now. "This isn’t over." Isla met his gaze with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance. "It should be." But they both knew it wasn’t. And it never would be. She turned away, gripping the edges of the dresser to steady herself. A storm was brewing outside, lightning flashing through the curtains, mirroring the war raging within her. The whispers of the wind and the rain tapping against the window only added to the suffocating pressure that had wrapped itself around her chest.