Wings Of Shattered Sorrow Novels & Stories

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

But her wings were broken. At first, her sobs were silent—just a tremor trapped in her chest. But then, like a dam bursting, the tears poured freely. She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with every gasping breath. She was shattered. Exposed. Vulnerable. And she had never felt such sorrow in her life. Dante couldn’t take it. He approached her slowly, as if afraid any sudden movement might cause her to disappear. He knelt beside her curled form and, with a tenderness foreign to him, cupped her chin in his hand.

“HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!” “Is that really what you want?” “Yes! Right now, your love is hurting me more than your hatred ever will.” His wings slowly unfurled, drooping down my body, releasing both of us from the comfort of darkness. As he withdrew himself from me, his wings slowly folded inward, as though they too were retreating in defeat.

Her sobbing was like music to those mother-daughter duos. Aashmaan fell unconscious and Nisha got scared. She called one of her servants to take care of her. SongYi came and gasped when she saw Aashmaan in all black, blue, and red. That torture was beyond anyone's imagination. Angel without Wings. Angel who lost her wings. Her wings were her Ammo. Who was no longer alive in this world. Who would protect her from these maniacs? .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes. “Why Ethan? Why?”

It failed. His wings tore free in a violent surge, cracking the walls around him, black membranes unfurling with such force that stone splintered where they struck. The chamber shuddered beneath the sudden weight of his presence, as something darker, older, and far less contained surged forth to answer the rage that now ruled him. But the movement broke halfway through. The left wing faltered. Not from hesitation, from damage.

Once I have them both attached, I stand in between her wings and pull with all my might, forcing her wings together onto her back and making it impossible to flap them effectively anymore. She screams again, this time in frustration. She knows I’m winning. I tie off the wings and then jump back down to where her neck is laying over her tail. The jarring of my landing reverberates through my body, sending sharp, shooting pain everywhere, reminding me that some of my bones are shattered. I don’t care, I can’t stop now, I'm too close.

I let out an all-mighty scream that has the ground shaking and I feel my eyes ablaze with the blinding white light, My wings emerge and I shoot into the air and dive as fast as I can straight into Marcus, The light from my eyes has his body instantly turning to ash with his scream dying in the wind. I hear someone calling my name but I can’t seem to focus through this haze I seem to be in, It’s like all this rage and sadness this violence consumed me and I don’t know how to come back from it. I try and focus on my breathing which I notice is coming out in short uneven pants, and then I feel the skin where the spear went clean through burning, I can feel my body becoming sluggish and the feel

Before he could swallow I went for his wing, but froze as I heard a scream of agony from above me. Blood dripped down my face, blood that wasn’t mine. Running down my face, dripping down my chin, onto my hands, then to the ground. My eyes darted around, not wanting to look up. Shamshiel had raised his head, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl, eyes wild. His scream slashed through the air like the sharpest weapon, his bright eyes glued to the sky as he struggled to free himself. His muscles strained and his wings remained pinned to the tree, pulling against the weapons impaled in him. With a roar he freed himself, his huge wings spreading wide as they tore open. Littered with gashes and bl