Black Wings by Iryna K. Combs
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new humanoid species. A new war.
The two species separate, but in the removal,
some of the best are left behind among the worst. Captured and held as slaves,
they are treated cruelly for entertainment. Torture. Pain.
cruelty, kept alive only by way of syringes which, while healing, cause a greater
agony. She discovers a secret held by their leader, and decides to help her own
kind by escaping–even if it means a final death, preferable to the life she has
joins her own kind at the other end of the planet. Among her new friends she
meets many who help her adjust to their happier life. Will Annabel find
romance? Or will another war break her down?
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She grabs the bottle and drinks rapidly. I
don’t think I’ve ever seen her drink so quickly.
“Don’t eat the bottle!” I joke, hoping to put
a smile on her face. She thanks me with a small smile. Suddenly the door opens,
and our moment of joyful peace is broken. Lucas walks in. He comes over and
grabs my hand.
“You will pay for that, damn girl!” He
threatens as he hauls me off my bed.
“What did I do?” I shout at him, confused,
and draw back.
“You—trying to be so nice…helping your poor
beat up friend who is not supposed to have water!” He’s yelling, taking the
blanket and dragging me to the door.
“Leave her alone!” Kate screams at him, jumps
up to stop him. The Varkin turns around and hits her so hard she falls to the
floor. Holding my hand tightly, he walks me to the elevator. As we walk in, he
presses the SS button. I barely get right in before the elevator door closes,
almost pinching my leg. He pushes me against the opposite wall.
“Where are you taking me?” I demand, but I’m
panicking—I’m in trouble.
“Relax,” Lucas puts his cold arms around my
waist. “You might still have a chance to change things…”
He pulls me close to him. I feel his ice cold
lips on my neck. I close my eyes, disgusted as never before. He pushes me to
the wall with his body and rips my shirt from my back.
He’s going to beat me. I’m not going to make
I shove him away. He picks me up, throws me
against the wall. He slaps my face, his nails scratch my cheek.
“Stupid, damn Anlight! You will get it good
this time! I promise!”
His tone brings chills, all the way down to
When the elevator stops on the SS floor, he
drags me down the hallway, the blanket in his hand. My ripped shirt is left
lying in the elevator. All I have on is a dirty old black brassiere that’s seen
better days. He looks back, and catches a glimpse of my stomach. A couple of
days ago I’d been given a deep scratch, and he’s just noticed the scratch has
“What happened to your scratch? It could not
possibly heal so fast!”
Lucas takes me to the room where Victorius
beats me if I don’t do what they tell me. We walk in and there are about twelve
other Varkins in groups. Red lights and smoke make the place into a horror
“She needs punishment like never before!” he
screams, tossing me like a grubby rag to the middle of the room. All the
Varkins turn and look. Glowing eyes look at me—without a shirt—as I try to
break my landing.
“What did she do, my dear friend?” Victorius
asks. He’s calm, still sitting in his chair.
“Her room-mate was not allowed to drink,” the
Varkin replies. “But this one hid water and gave it to her friend. She stole
this blanket, knowing she is not allowed to have one.”
Victorius’ face is serious as he listens
closely. I get up, stand right in front of him. He stands, walks down to me,
around me. I feel my pulse beating with each step he takes. My body tenses—I expect
him to hit me any moment. I’ve been hoping I’d get used to this torture
eventually, but every new punishment brings new terror and fear.
“Well, well…” Victorius stops in front of
me. “Seems like I see your pretty face here more than other Anlights. We do not
have many left…but I do remember you well…” He smiles. “Let me first inform
you, this Varkin here is my ‘right hand’. The one I trust the most. And now he
is telling me terrible things about you. Hmm…” he looks in my eyes,
“…should I believe his tales?”
I know if I tell him the truth, no one will
believe me for a minute. And it would make my situation even worse. I don’t
think he’ll even let me open my mouth.
“Believe what you like.” I keep looking
downwards, and the other Varkins whisper around us. They didn’t expect my
careless answer. They’re probably trying to figure out why I won’t try
protecting myself by finding excuses.
“Lucas!” he shouts and his right hand comes
“Yes, my majesty.”
“What do you think we need to…do…with
her, considering everything she has done?”
“Victorius, there is something interesting
you might want to know about her…” Lucas said.
Lucas comes up to me and points at my
stomach. I don’t know how to deal with this. I’m shaking as I try to cover the
healed scratch with my hands.
“Two days ago she had a long cut on her
stomach. It was bleeding. Now it is not there anymore. It is healed. There is
something going on with her.” Lucas pulls my hands away.
“It’s not true,” I burst out. “The cut was
not too deep, and it was more than two days—” Victorius slaps me before I can
“I have noticed things like that as well, but
I thought it was just my mind playing tricks with me,” Victorius talks slowly,
calmly, as he turns my face back toward him with his cold hand. “Now here is
evidence.” He’s smiling, which isn’t necessarily a good sign.
“We need to take her blood, do tests on her,”
“My friend,” Victorius looks at him, “tests
have killed almost all my Anlights. I cannot afford to lose any more of them.
But we will surely take her blood and see why she is different.” Victorius
comes to my side and puts his arm around my shoulders.
“But there is one test I can do right now…”
Originally from the Ukraine, I am
still considered a new face to America. Speaking three languages including
English, that became just as natural to me as my native Russian.
of Ukraine doing the same things that other kids my age did. Dreaming, hoping
and wishing. Growing up, I spoke absolutely no English and never even saw
myself somewhere abroad. Nevertheless writing a novel in another language!
brought mostly negative experience in my life. But it shaped me throughout the
years. My college life was much better. I was known to study well and to go out
partying as much as it was possible.
began to work in the marriage agency and met my future husband. We dated and
traveled to most of the Europe along with Egypt.
visa, we both moved to the states, where soon after, got married. In the first
few years I did some modeling and acting. Photo-shoots, run-way and photo in
the magazine fulfilled my childhood’s dream.
mother of a wonderful and most handsome little boy. Along with learning and
experiencing motherhood, I began to make hand-made jewelry and organic soaps.
This hobby turned into my small business and became bigger than I thought it
author lives inside me. Never did I think that I would write an English book
and that I would love doing it. But I did! And I loved it!