Glass Wings by Elle Kaelee

“Glass Wings” is not a book. It’s a plunge, headfirst, heart open, into a world where immortals bleed, fates tangle, and one girl’s scream into the void echoes louder than she ever expected.

Elle Kaelee doesn’t just write a story, she unleashes a storm. Hadley, barely eighteen and already hardened by loss, is dropped into California’s sun-bleached chaos with nothing but grit and ghosts for company. But loneliness doesn’t get to linger long. Strange shadows stalk her steps, winged beings haunt the corners of reality, and suddenly the world she thought she knew cracks wide open, revealing bloodlines soaked in war and ancient grudges that refuse to die.

And Hadley? She doesn't just survive it, she transforms. In pain. In power. In pages soaked with both metaphorical and literal blood.

Let’s talk Kinnari. These immortals are not your average paranormal archetypes. They are haunting, magnetic, and maddeningly mysterious. Some wield death with the gentleness of a lullaby. Some share souls. Others twist fate like it’s a game. You won’t forget them. I sure didn’t, Djoser owns every scene he steps into, and Reign? Reign is power in human form. There’s a whole tangle of backstory with the sisters and other key immortals, and I need more. Book two, don’t fail me.

Kaelee’s prose is lush but sharp, like silk hiding a blade. There’s beauty in every line, but also danger. The moral lines blur in the best ways, and you’ll find yourself questioning loyalties, yours and the characters'. It’s the kind of story that dares you to pick a side while knowing full well there may be no “right” one.

Now, about that ending... what the actual hell. Not a twist. Not a cliffhanger. A detonation. It felt too fast, too chaotic, like the final crescendo hit before the orchestra was ready. I'm praying Book Two slows that explosion into something that makes sense because I’m still mentally standing there, blinking in the smoke.

One personal gripe: Hadley’s age. Eighteen is young, especially for the kind of epic stakes she’s thrown into. Her inexperience shows, and at times, it's frustrating. But that’s part of what makes her real. You’ll want to shake her, sure, but you’ll also want to shield her. She’s raw. And she’s learning.

So, final word?
Read it.
Feel it.
Rage at it.
Fall for the Kinnari.
And brace yourself, for Kaelee’s world has claws, and it doesn’t let go easily.