Wings Queen Novels & Stories

“Thanion, Lord of the Underworld, Master of Shadows, Keeper of—” “Get to the point, Zeus.” Thanion’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his patience visibly wearing thin. Zeus chuckled again, unperturbed, and gestured around the room. “You know, for someone who claims to hate their title, you’ve certainly embraced the aesthetic. The torches, the black marble, the... ambiance.” He waved a hand toward the spectral woman, who rolled her eyes and vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the faint scent of lilies in her wake.

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

She exclaims then chuckles “But I can’t help but notice you are leaving little to the imagination downstairs…better hope your man doesn’t get you hot and bothered in that!” “Yeah, I’ll tuck tomorrow, but today I have been untucked, so I thought that since the public isn’t going to see I wouldn’t worry about it…the question is feathers? Or LED wings?” “Wings!” it’s unanimous…Angel and all the queens love the wings. Angel adds “Mariposa is named for you, so why not be that butterfly your uncle adores?” “Really? You named the club after Nova?” Lolli asks.

I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin. "Fly, Bella. Keep striving to unfurl your wings. They are nearly free. They are exquisite - a deep cerulean and purple with intricate gold patterns. They are tailor-made for you. The wings of a queen," she praised, though I could hardly register her words amidst the excruciating torment I was enduring. My back arched and then dropped as a sob escaped my lips. Ara knelt beside me, gently massaging my back in an attempt to coax my wings to emerge.

We hear rustling coming from behind him before a large group of people walk out, carrying weapons with them. Observing them more we notice some of them have wings, Angels. The others don't have wings but we could still feel the power radiating off of them. We assume that these are witches. As we look over at all of them we notice that some of the Angels don't look happy about this. Probably only doing it 'cause they're Queen ordered them to do it. She has no right to be called a Queen. We glare at all of the Witches who are betraying Queen Charlotte. "Theo? What do we do now?" We hear Izzy ask as she shifts back and puts her clothes on.

There could be traced a faint scoff on the serpent's face. " What twisted wordly desire did you think of fulfilling by daring to tamper with my nature, you wicked woman? " The serpent's response was a deafening hiss, a storm of venom and fury. Its massive head lunged forward, fangs bared, venom dripping like liquid fire. The Wolf Queen danced nimbly to the side, her cloak billowing like raven wings, narrowly avoiding the venomous onslaught.From its massive serpentine body sprouted majestic wings, each feather a tapestry of vibrant colors that seemed to shift with every flicker of light. With a single powerful beat, the wings unfurled, sending a gust of wind that swept through the chamber, ex

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

I turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. "Let me go. I hate you Damion. Why did you do that? I hate you." She was still struggling to get away from me so I bent down and threw her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming and I was loving every moment of it. She was only sixteen though and I would never do anything to her. Not until she was of age. Present day.. She's of age now Damion now what? Are you just going to sit and watch her from a distance because that's what you promised. I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch.