Wings Spoilers Novels & Stories

she pleaded yet again with the last ounce of strength left in her. His lips parted but no word it out so instead he swallowed back whatever he wanted to say and just slipped right through the door leaving her to stare after him and wondering what the heck just happened. ** Twenty minutes later_after Frank had walked out the door. Aria was still mounted by the door way like a dejected soul that has been sent away from hell. She couldn't get her feet to move from where she stood,staring into nothing. She wasn't crying_she was just completely lost in her own messy thought.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

Yet again, none responded to him. "Nevea, love, hang in there. I'll take you out." He scooped her body, carrying her in a bridal style. The moment he spun around, a big frame on the first floor made his breath stuck in his throat. "Wings." Inside the frame were beautiful white wings. It blended perfectly with the rest of the wall decoration that he completely missed the first time he saw it. As if everything wasn't enough, fire ate the wings away. At the same time, Nevea's cry of agony then infiltrated Zach's senses. Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden.

Like something inside her had decided: No survivors. One Winged creature launched toward the sky, trying to flee over the roofs. Nyra followed. She rose, golden wings cutting the air like blades, and caught up in seconds. She slammed into it mid-flight. They tumbled. Nyra recovered first, always first, wings snapping open to stabilise her, and she drove the fleeing creature downward with her body like a spear. They crashed onto a roof. Tiles exploded. The Winged creature screamed. Nyra ripped its throat out. Black blood sprayed across broken tiles.

Renata. I did it. I told him the truth. Not everything yet. I wanted to tell him little by little starting with the wings that I had developed. When the wings suddenly came out of my back, I was shocked and frightened. I would understand if I was half angel, half werewolf but the wings were gold and blazing like the sun.

The bird release an ear bleeding shriek and she closed her eyes, but what she heard was glass. She opened her eyes to see Stephanie with wings of her own with her hands out shielding them from the bird’s noise. “Stephanie how did you-“ “Danny kept screaming in my mind the whole time” she replied through grit teeth. “Really?” Danny asked perking up in Kieran’s arms. “I can’t hold this anymore” she said and dropped her hands and the ice shield broke like many shards of glass. Her wings disappeared and she was falling. “Hold on!” Kieran yelled and his wings disappeared too and he was falling.

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.

he called out again, this time louder. "What?" I snapped. "Your wings," he said, pointing as something behind me. I slowly looked behind me, and a gasp escaped my lips. Wings. White and gray colored wings sprouted from my back. "I can't believe this." I said, my voice sounded unsteady. "It doesn't make sense; she said it didn't work, and she doesn't make mistakes." "Maybe… it took some time to hit off," I say with a shrug. The smile on my face only grew wider, but Nick seemed even more surprised than I was.

Seven’s own gigantic wings were also unfurled to their full, awe-inspiring breadth as he battled with another creature. His sharp wings tore through its rotten flesh with the same ease as a hot knife through butter, splattering thick arcs of black ichor across the blood-stained floor. Yet even as he sliced through his opponent with ferocious efficiency, a sharp cut pierced his wing from joint to tip. Blood welled from the grievous wound, each beat of his mighty pinions sending a fresh spray of droplets through the air. He was bleeding profusely from the deep wound and new drops sprayed into the air every time he moved them.

“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.