Wings Superhero Novels & Stories

The color drained from his face. "My right hand is healing. I can fly again. I have a new project now. My name will be in DARPA files, on new routes, in new test records. I don't need to return to your command to prove I'm still worth choosing." Something in him seemed to give way. He looked down at the medal in his palm, his voice barely audible. "And us?" "It's over." The music continued through the hall. The projection screen kept replaying the flight path from the demonstration. People murmured, glasses touched softly, and the world moved on.

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

He planned on taking out this annoying human once and for all. He cut through the air currents with all his strength, by flapping his giant wings, and charged towards Xasha. He soon realized that he was slowing down and slowly losing control of his body. It began moving with the air currents and not against it. The air started beating him left and right; the currents were converging on him to beat his body to a bloody pulp. There was not a single scale on his body that was not cracked, and blood was oozing out of them uncontrollably.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

Frank took off with Aria trailing from behind. They rounded the next block. The one farthest away from the main house and closed to the fence securing the whole building and found him bend over at the back close to some iron spike lying on the floor while rubbing at his eyes as he snob in pain. They both rushed to his side as he turn him around to access him. "Daniel! What happened to you?" His right wrist seemed to be bleeding. He must have hurt himself while playing as he kept crying at the sight of his own blood.

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.

“If I cannot have it, no one will! This palace will explode right now!” The entire palace shook with the sound of a sharp siren. The blue gas tanks of the laboratory began to burst one by one. Little Sophia held me tightly. “Sister, do not be afraid. Lucas brother is coming.” Suddenly the stone covering on my belly shattered completely into pieces. From behind the smoke a tall man emerged. Blue lines of light were across his entire body, and huge mechanical wings were on his back. His face looked exactly like Lucas, but there was no human emotion in his eyes anymore. He was now a ‘super soldier’.

The need to protect takes over. “Stop, Rosa. Stop. Please!” I scream as I push her away when my wings burst out of my shoulder blades and I fly higher. I move my hands as my clothes turn into black armour. My hand moves to the side and a flaming white sword appears and in the other hand, a ball of energy forms.