Wings Spoilers Novels & Stories

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

The glow is red meaning it is yet to be fulfilled. "The start of the end is approaching But it will end a lie. It must remain a lie" A voice spoke to his head with a deep masculine voice. He heard these words before but it had abruptly stopped so he didn't get to hear the rest. "The wings must spread across the world One will appear and disappear for a moment. Another will appear and disappear for an eternity. One is destined to fall if the other must fly" Cai Kang was confused. Wings? "The wings beats differently yet parallel

Maia said, licking her lips in anticipation. “Maia! You know what happens if I lose my wings.” Azrael shrieked. “Oh, I know all too well,” Maia said when eight beautiful white wings suddenly emerged behind her. “H____how is that possible? You’re only two wings from Michael!” Azrael exclaimed. “Am I now. How convenient. Tell me, Azrael. Did you ever think you would be in such a position when you pulled my wings all those years ago?” Maia asked as she had her wings retract.

My heart and body rebels at the thought I make my way to the back of the building and release my wings. The good thing about demon wings is that they can also materialize over my clothes. Fallon gives me a hard glare when I land on the roof. The building is not very tall. But it’s tall enough to obscure us from spectators. Thankfully, it’s still dark outside.

the Emperor said. His voice carried enough pressure to crush bone. He didn’t even raise his hands—he commanded the entire court with a single shift of his wings. The great, dark spans stayed absolutely still, a faint rustle of bone against velvet the only sound. They didn’t look like wings meant for flight—they looked like towering shields of midnight, curved inward as if any defiance would be crushed beneath them. The room froze. It was the first time anyone had ever seen the Emperor reveal his wings. Rumors had long spread that he was defective, that he had no wings at all—that he banned others from showing theirs to hide his shame. But there they were: a powerful, unique pair of black win

But the entire thing glittered like a clean coin in sunshine. Dragon wings? Savage dropped and landed on the back of one Targue. Straddling it as though he’d mounted a horse. He stabbed it several times in the back and side before reaching down and running a deep slit up the side of its neck. When another dived toward him he dropped to the side of the one he’d sat on. The wings falling flush against his back before evaporating in an instant. It collapsed the other way. As the one went over him he lurched up to stab it in the stomach. Letting its own momentum carrying it over him drag the knife down its belly and spill its innards.

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

Wind roars through my ears and my heart races at breakneck speed. I shut my eyes against the killing drop rushing up my face. A burst of power surges through me and with everything I am, I will wings of fire to sprout from my back. It doesn't work. Fear explodes within me and I cross my hands over my face, a last, useless attempt to shield my fall. But then I'm suspended in the air. My heart soars. A quick look behind shows me two flaming wings!

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s