Wings Spoilers Novels & Stories

All covered by a silvery glow, Aubrey would have perished by now. "To think you're really serious, Hyun Ki." Aubrey is still alive, what happened... I blinked a few times, the silvery silhouette disappeared and I saw once again after hundreds of years, two layers of Archangel wings. Yeah, I didn't think Aubrey made his wings as cover. The needles were scattered on the ground, only a few of which were able to scratch the white wings that were now firmly behind Aubrey's back.

I don’t know what I thought would happen when I returned the clothes to Clay. But overhearing him setting up what I can only assume is a threesome was not on my bingo card. Running into Makayla was on the bingo card, but I hoped I wouldn’t. It was nice to have her confirm they were cousins, and I overreacted and ran away before letting him explain. I’d have felt bad if he hadn’t just gotten into a car to have a threesome.

“And you’re not alone.” The first one came fast—too fast. Spitfire let out a yowl that could’ve summoned ghosts, her body convulsing as the kitten slid free in a wet, unceremonious heap. Ofelia gasped beside me, one hand flying to her mouth. I grabbed a clean towel, heart hammering. Jules was still on speaker, her voice steady like a metronome in the chaos. “She’ll break the sac herself,” Jules was saying. “Let her do her thing first. Don’t intervene unless—”

A louder roared pierced out from his throat, followed by black blood streaming from his chest and back and suddenly, two enormous black wings emerged from his back, spreading widely and fluttering while his screams got louder and louder by the minute. Suddenly, his screams stopped and everything went quiet as his head drastically dropped lowly, hands to his knees as if he had stopped breathing, only the dripping sound of the black blood to the floor could be heard. "You withstood this time as well, remarkable King Caesar!" A round of clapping filled the room followed an echo of feet as a figure emerged out from the darkness, coming into the spotlight. The wings fluttered loudly before disapp

Luca yelled “ what you were going to sugar coat it. She needs the truth. They did a good job stitching your up even though you aren’t supposed to stitch wings, but they had to, to give you the blood transfusion you needed. And when your wings went back in they began the healing process and because there were stitches in your wings while they were trying to heal it scarred.” She explained Slowly opening my eyes I look at wings! Oh fuck!! She’s right! There’s scars leading from the top of both of my wings all the way to the end in a straight line.

I could feel the evil vibrating through my body so much so that I could feel it pulsing at my tempels. My wings sprouted from my back, and I took off to Endresomera. A fear growing in the pit of my stomach. I pushed my wings to a point of exhaustion, I haven’t flown in so long that it didn’t take long to feel the pain. I burst into the house, breathless; “Mother! Dimitria?!” I could hear the panic in my own voice, I couldn’t wait for an answer. I raveged through the house, but when I came to their bedroom door, I froze. I couldn’t escape the embarrassed giggle wracking through my lips.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Reyes stood near the open door, strapped in, vest tight, headset buzzing with chatter. “We have visual,” someone called from the cockpit. “One vehicle outside, beat-up pickup. No movement yet.” The team touched down in a gravel patch nearby. Reyes and the squad moved quickly, low and silent. Milo stepped out first, hands already raised, sweat blooming under his arms. “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” From inside, Knox followed, stumbling over himself, arms shaking in the air. Cowards, Reyes thought. Not even a trace of fight in them.

But since I was acting vulnerable, I let her rip the back of my clothes, putting on my crumpled wings inside my empty wings pocket. "Prove that you were saying the truth," she repeated. All eyes are on me as they wait for me to prove my claims. I had a cold sweat while feeling my wings on my back. This is not how I planned it to happen. This b*tch is ruining everything! Winston, Rowan, and Wakkin might be in danger too! Is there a way for me to make it look like I recovered my wings? Our wings are not repairable once they are ruined. I can't believe she’s making me do this just because I said I had a second awakening.

Milly shrieks in delight and laughs for the first time since she was taken. ---Divina--- I am so giddy with excitement that my wings are back. When they took my wings from me, and the feathers lay in mangled heaps in front of me I was devastated. What is it with them and destroying our wings? An image of Warrick’s face twisted in agony as his wings were cut from his back flashes across my mind and sobers me up instantly, and my smile fades.