Black Wings Book Novels & Stories

On the right wall, there's a warrior clutching a book and four wings on his back. "A student who was able to kill the experiments in a single blow? Interesting." The individual muttered.

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

Not ordinary darkness… But something ancient, something alive. It swelled from his back almost like a tide escaping the prison of flesh. WHOOM! Two colossal black wings burst forth in a single thunderous motion. They did not simply unfold… They dominated! Layer upon layer of immense feathers spread outwards, each one darker than moonless midnight, so utterly black that they seemed to devour the light around them rather than reflect it. They continued to unfurl… Wider… Broader… Until they stretched across the battlefield, casting an enormous shadow over the forest.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

Do it, I whispered. With pleasure, Vane said. I turned and ran. I crashed through the glass. The wind shattered the silence. The world turned upside down. I fell toward the churning black waves of the North Sea. Now, Julian commanded. Evolve. I didn't understand. But my body did. The skin on my back split. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. Something wet and membranous unfolded from my shoulder blades. Wings. Not feather wings. Wings of skin and bone, like a bat or a dragon.

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

Finn was… magnificent. Pale gold, leathery wings arched high above his head, the hooked claws in the middle as black as his fingernails. Patterning the insides of those wings were fur in every shade of gold from the lightest champagne to the darkest bronze.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the place or time for us to become reacquainted with each other's bodies. ***** When Crimson and I left the room, we found Hunji, Mason, and Morgan waiting for us. “There's more than just me giving Abner the folder, What Tawny and I read were only snippets,” Crimson told us all. The stones are just one of many ways to open the gateway. There are more according to Abner Brooks.” Morgan clears her throat, the pale violet-eyed witch looked like an innocent little bird amongst the shifters, but I had been told by Lamia that she may look innocent but that purity she embodied was deceiving. Morgan was powerful and could be downright scary with what she was capable of.

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.