Black Wings Near Me Novels & Stories

From my observation, the houses in the neighborhood are covered by large gates and trees to keep people from looking in, which makes it easier for me to fly up into the air without being seen. The gentle breeze stirs my wings as I glide high above the sky. The moon is full, and the stars are out, creating a tapestry of lights over the darkness. I close my eyes and inhale the soft scents of the California air. My leather wings beat a soft thump as I glide further into the mountains and contemplate my life and the pain that I’ve endured.

The way it had pressed against her ribs, her throat, her very skin, like a caged thing desperate to be seen. And just once—when the wind stirred the courtyard, rattling the branches—she thought she saw it. Not in the stone. Not in the circle. But in the corner of her vision. Wings. Not a crow. Something bigger. Darker. A silhouette etched in the night sky. Waiting. Watching. Hers.

" They hopped in their car and peeled out, leaving me alone outside the venue. The wind bit into me. I tugged my coat closer and waved down a cab home. All my stuff had been thrown outside, dumped across the doorstep like garbage. The maid looked sorry as she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Swain told me you have to leave and never come back." I didn't charge in to yell at them. I just packed up quietly, then walked away with my things. That very night, I got on a plane out of town, heading to a hidden research base run by the National Space Agency. Just before I left, I texted everyone, "I, Wanda Swain, am officially done with the Swains for good and by choice."

Gasps erupted around the road. “What—” “No way—” My breath came in ragged bursts as I slowly turned my head. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Wings. Massive wings arched behind me, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. But they weren’t the shimmering white tones of angels. They were black. Not just dark. Black as midnight. I heard someone choke behind me. “That’s not possible,” one of the mages whispered. “She’s not—” “Those aren’t angel wings.”

he says loudly as we get out of the thick of the city. I tighten my arms around him as I treasure the scene right now. The surroundings are perfect. Orange-tinted sky from the impending sunset. Scattered clouds of different shapes and textures. Flocks of birds gliding through the air, maybe migrating because it's breeding season. Green hills and grasses. Trees distant from each other that makes the terrain look like a prairie. Colorful tiny butterflies dance around bushes and shrubs. Everything is perfect, from ethers to ground.

The noise of hundreds of wings made it difficult for Crave to make out what Michael was saying. “Quickly! Something happened there! Maybe she’s in danger!” “So we are.” Crave smiled a bit showing his strong fangs. A few dozen of jumps later they reached this place - the epicentre of the black, standing-still tornado. The birds' wings beat them on their faces, chests and all over their bodies. They could barely see each other, dark feathers obscured everything around them. Soon tiny cuts appeared on the werewolves’ bodies - the birds’ feathers cut them like razor blades, from their heads to toes.

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.

This strange black light was an inconspicuous black bug. It was pitch-black, with four strange wings on their backs. These four wings were flapping like four sharp long swords with metallic light. As the wings flapped, one could clearly see cracks appearing in the air. The other party carefully observed Zephyr Khan without any trace of it. It seemed that he also felt the amazing aura of Zephyr Khan, so at this time, it only looked at Zephyr Khan from a distance and did not dare to enter within a kilometer radius of Zephyr Khan.

It was done. Julian’s winged maelstrom dispersed in all directions and was gone as quickly as it’d come. Pieces of spirit fabric still skittered, continuing to lose their luster and to darken. Fluttering up into the heavy branches where they clung like trembling leaves— Along with the large black moths already there.

"What do you want?" asked Ravi looking at Adrian's figure standing looming before him. In the abandoned building, it was impossible for anyone to come, and this must have made Adrian tell him to come here. After Ravi had bought breakfast earlier, he heard someone whispering in his ear as he checked around and found no one. But then Ravi realized it was Adrian, and now here he was, alone. Adrian's white wings were half-stretched, contrasting sharply with his eyes that pierced sharply towards Ravi as if he were weighing what harm he might do to Ravi.