Wings Spoilers Novels & Stories

The light briefly shows me his face as I read his emotions right off the bat. He's... regretful and guilty. He wanted to do cut ties with someone as disgraceful as me... That's what his eyes said. Everything went in slow motion. I couldn't feel the pain in my abdomen that he kicked me and how I was flying a few inches above the ground. Before I realized, I was flying. But I can't control my wings yet. These beautiful big golden wings that were going to die as soon as they emerged from my body. This is unfair.

My dad only replied, "The weather is bad today. The aircraft can't take off." With that, he ended the call. Hugging Mom, whose heart had stopped beating, Uncle Peter sat in the corridor outside the emergency room the whole night. The next day, someone posted a photo on the local forum. In the photo, a white Cessna flew across the sky, with pink petals drifting down from the aircraft. The sky was clear. … In the afternoon, my secretary, Annie Grant, knocked on the door. "Mr. Lowe, we've received a call from Zach Airways. They asked if you've finished reviewing the file sent by Mr. Zimmerman and when you will be able to approve it."

I started to dust myself off before leaving, but before I could blink, he had me pinned up against the wall again by my neck, he was fast. This time I was ready, however, and noticed I had enough room to gain momentum heading straight up out of reach. My wings came out as I planned, ripping through my hoodie with force, pushing me off the wall. I grabbed his wrist taking advantage of his shock at the confetti of feathers coming down. I twisted my grip on his wrist to the left taking his arm with me while I ducked under it and slammed him to face the wall. I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

" We will have to pull out the rest of the wings to sew the place. "No need," said Miguel, going to the toilet and bringing my very useful box of human medical supplies. He sat next to Kleyphon and told him to turn his back. With a tear in the white tunic (at that red moment of so much blood) he showed me that Kleyphon's back, although brutally wounded by two large holes, did not contain even a single feather of the wings that were once there. I heard my friends murmur softly for the terrible vision." The wings were not cut with a blade. They were ripped off at once.

He felt the wings, traced every vein and elastic texture, then stuck out his tongue. “How disgusting!” Although the adrenaline rushing between believing and not he managed to beat Miranda, the young man did not want to be happy for too long. He got up and spread his wings looking for Louise, then followed Phillip and Lillian to tell them the good news. Wiggy's feet were lifted several meters into the air, into the deserted hallway before a purple glow of dissolution hit his body. Wiggy screamed so loudly, his smoky wings burst into huge rips, and gravity immediately pulled him against the ground.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

He looks over at me, “Let's fly, before we merge, and I show you something new.” Something new? Whatever could he mean? We flew for about an hour. It was amazing. The ride was so smooth and Regina felt so soft under me. Clint looked over at Regina, and said, “Now.” There was a flash of light and I started to fall as Regina vanished. As the ground was approaching, I felt wings emerge from my back, and they began to flap, sending us far up into the clouds where Clint waited for us, as he allowed Carter’s wings to keep him aloft. “Now for that something new,” Clint said, as he used Carter’s talon to rip a hole in my shorts.