Wings Of Shattered Sorrow Novels & Stories

The Last Breath, The First Choice Five Years Ago—The First Timeline The mirror reflected a ghost. I touched my hollow cheeks, traced the purple bruises blooming across my collarbone. Twenty-three years old, and I looked like I had lived a hundred lifetimes of suffering. All of them spent loving Richard Ashford. "Aria!" His voice thundered through the penthouse, and my body flinched before my mind could catch up. Muscle memory. Fear memory. I grabbed the edge of the marble counter, steadied myself. "Coming."

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

she screams at me, moving so fast I could barely catch the outline of her body disappearing further into the darkness. " Sarah my love, please come back," I plead with her. To scared to chase after her afraid that if I followed her I would only push her further into the darkness and would lose her completely to the shadows. Bending over on my knees I brought my head down to the black surface, cringing at the pain inside of my chest as my heart shattered into pieces. A lone tear escaped my right eye gliding down my cheek. It has been hundreds of years sense I've let myself feel any kind of pain let alone shed a tear for another soul. I wish so much that I could go back to that day and change

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

I threw the window open and Sheon collapsed inside, falling onto the floor. The relief vanished instantly, replaced by horror. Blood. So much blood. Her body was torn apart with wounds, her wings shredded and scratched as though they had been ripped at by claws. Her breathing was ragged, shallow. Her eyes fluttered as she fought not to close them forever. “No… oh no, Sheon!” I dropped to my knees, tears spilling freely as I reached for her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is my fault.” My hands hovered, afraid to hurt her more by touching her. My chest ached so badly it felt like it was tearing apart.

“You don’t save us by leaving us behind.” Vorath’s laughter erupted from my chest, shaking the ice from the pillars. “We will be endless,” it chorused, my voice and a hundred others. The last sigil split my sternum. Angela was still screaming when the wings tore free.

Clear drops fell on my hands, still pressed firmly to her shirt. My white skin was absorbing the red and staining them with a rich crimson, but I really didn't care. My voice was cracking again and my words were barely distinguishable. My body was starting to shake from the abundance of liquid that was leaving my eyes, but my hands stayed immobile in their spot. I lowered my voice to a whisper now. The desperation in my voice was almost pathetic. “Mom, please. For me. Stay for me.” An arm snaked around my waist and lifted me off the ground, raising me from my dying mother. I thrashed and scratched, kicking at the form behind me in hopes it would let me go.

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

Shining through with a shocking blue I gape at the vertical shape of its irises. As soot begins to flow from the destruction and I nod at the beast as my heart slows in my chest. With a growl large, webbed wings that crash through the walls expand on its back. I fall facedown onto the floor feeling the earth move as its humongous claws leave my vision. A vortex of wind blow through the hall at the beat of its wings as the world goes silent. As my heart takes its last beat I recall all that has come to be in this life. With my final breath I heave one last wish into the world. Forgive me.

A burning tear of grief slid down my face as I released the arrow and aimed at his blackened core. He howled in pain as the arrow pierced through his chest, shattering his core into pieces. My wings slowly faded as I slowly turned back to my passive form. I silently watched his body burn in flames before vanishing in the air as I closed my eyes. As I thought, I didn't feel relieved from the agony. I felt my life fading slowly as my heart suffered from the torment of guilt and regret. My wings disappeared as I fell from such a height.