Black Wings Book Novels & Stories

But one day, he returned. Not alone. "He came back with an army of winged creatures—pale skinned, purple-eyed, regal beings. Human in shape, but not human. Beings of darkness and power." The battlefield paused. Even war had to stop at the sight of such a thing. The letters began glowing darker, almost as if even the book feared the memory. "The dark-winged creatures stormed the battlefield with confidence, eliminating all who stood in their way. Blood painted the ground red." Elves.

Never took another mate. I'd mistaken my savior. Poured all my gratitude and love into the wrong wolf—a liar who'd let me believe the lie. And the one who'd truly pulled me from that silver cage watched in silence as I walked toward his brother, then retreated into the Black Forest without ever saying a word. The Moon Goddess gave me a life to waste, then handed me a second chance. "I know it was you." I gripped his hand, my voice trembling. "The Black Forest border. Three years ago. It was you."

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

Nora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly.

I also nodded in agreement that it is extremely odd that a ferocious wolf has fairy-like, attractive wings on his back, but I could not bear to sell it. I tried to convince Winston that he should like his wings because they make him look stunning, but he immediately crossed his arms to show that he did not agree. So to not waste more of our time in front of the gate, I gently pluck out Winston's wings. Unfortunately, we essentially have nothing with us, and I am just hoping I have my phone with me so I can at least save this rare chance to see him with wings. “How much do you think it will cost?” William asked in curiosity. He also touched his wings as if he were considering pawning them.

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

Perfect. "I haven't seen your wings in a while." I started, he raised an eyebrow. "You bought a lot of canvas and I need to fill them up with something. I think your wings are perfect, can you show me?" Perhaps I was too keen as his brow went higher than normal. "Please," I added. He chortled. "You don't have to beg, baby, I can show you my wings." My smile widened and I waited and watched as a pair of dark, black wings emerged from his back. Curiously, I got behind him and traced my hand on his feathers. They were dark and pretty, what a waste.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

Sadly, as I turned to ask her what it all meant, she was gone, the world around me soon fading into nothing more than a blur of colors. The stars went out like little flames. The trees lost their leafy canopies. The grass tore away from the ground beneath me. And the trunks fell back into oblivion. The last things remaining were the dragon and the wolf. Both were looking at me with a heavy gaze that I couldn’t decipher. Both still standing so very close together as the sky grew darker and darker. And just before the black abyss swallowed them whole, a smaller ball of black mist appeared before the wolf. It looked almost like a small version of the dragon but the eyes were a deep amethyst col