Blessed Black Wings 소설 & 이야기

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

It had two pairs of wings on its back in total. "Meow, haha, it's very beautiful, isn't it? Are you envious and jealous?" Evil Moon proudly opened its new wings. They were not pure white, but as black as ink. There was very obscure and almost destructive power circulating between the pair of wings. "Did you try hard to nurture such a pair of black wings because you saw that the fowlman of the Feather Clan in the west had more wings than you?" Ding Hao was speechless.

The Alpha's obsidian black fringe sways over his eyes, but there's no mistaking the black voids I am looking into where not even the stars can reflect. He looks like Malachi, even sounds remotely like him, but it couldn't be him. This dark stranger can't be my mate. "What is going on? What happened to Malachi? The Malachi I know?" His eyes narrow on me. "Nothing happened to me. I'm the same as always," he spreads his hands, and the cape lifts also. Only... it is not a cape. It is black wings, controlled by him, by his muscles. The feathered structures stretch outward on fine membranes, and unfurl to reveal such darkness it nearly crushes me.

He took great care not to touch its wings as he tried to help it take flight once more. Damascus quietly whispered words of encouragement as it flapped it wings. The dove stopped and looked up at him as if it understood everything he had been saying. Damascus stopped talking and stared back at it. Suddenly the dove flapped its wings and left the cradle of his hands. It flew up and hovered for a moment. As if silently thanking him.

~ Emmy ~ From out of the shadows, the winged beast emerged, its massive black wings unfurling and casting an ominous shadow over the already bleak landscape. Fear gripped me and Rae, our shared anxiety intensifying as the creature drew closer. This time, we could see it more clearly, and the sight was enough to make my blood run cold.

It was layered and luxurious. He put the box down gently. "This is the wedding gown of the Black Dragon Queen. The decorative scales are the most solid of my scales." I turned to look and met his clear, amber eyes. He had sharp features and warm air about him. He was nothing like the malicious Black Dragon everyone talked about. "It's the first time a Black Dragon is in a marriage alliance with the Human Clan. We are preparing this wedding with the highest honors. Let me know if you need anything else."

Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings. “My lord, please don’t, let the wizards handle it,” lord Aizenberg tried to stop the prince after realizing what his lord wanted to do. But before anyone could move the Black Knight jumps off into the air, with one quick swish of his powerful wings he was instantly rising through the sky. From below the prince looked like a shadow of the legendary beast said to have been the ancestors of their rulers. His dark energy emanated like a thick cloud of smoke as he soared through the heavens.

"If you're an angel, then why are your wings black?" He didn't answer but just limited himself to looking at me, debating whether to tell me something or not. But maybe his wings were black because he was an angel of darkness, right? There is no other explanation. Good angels usually have white wings and are beings of light. But he has black wings. I don't know why but it scared me. —Carolina, there are so many things I have to tell you —she puts a hand to her hair and ruffles it— but not here, we can... can we go to your apartment? We need more privacy.

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.