Blessed Black Wings Novels & Stories

The clash of their tongues and the exchange of breaths between them made Maleficent show the gluttonous part of her being as she drew him closer – their bodies were now molded against each other like puzzles made to complete the other halves. It was in this moment that Maleficent could not contain herself anymore that a pair of enormous dragon-like black wings sprouted from her back – ripping the back part of her uniform in which she did not mind at all. The chilling wind produced by the soft flutter of her wings was not able to mute the loud thumping of their heart which disturbed the silent night of the graveyard right below the ancient branches of the Ygdrasil.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

If he were any other being, I would’ve already crushed and bent him to my will. I walked through the veil to Eden. I felt an unnatural force that didn’t belong there. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. There were a few hundred of my soldiers. There was something wrong with them their wings they were black, they tore at their feathers, leaving behind what looked like webbed black membrane. Their eyes were black voided of the light of Mom and Dads love and light. No this was hate, more were continuing to fall to earth. I reached for the sword at my side and mentally replaced my white robes for my armor. I called for my twin, Michael, and Lucifer to help me dispa

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"

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.

“You begged me, Carl. And now, you shall have your wish.” This time, he did not draw away when her arms encircled him, nor did he so much as flinch as every hair below his neck stretched and tensed into wire-like rigidity. The itch of a thousand crawling ants erupted along his shoulder blades. He struggled, trying to scratch away the pain, but Layla held him fast. Seconds later, there was a tearing of cloth as wings unfolded—black and yellow—from his back. Layla snuggled closer with a grin, her dress peeling off her with a sound like falling silk. Red wings fluttered behind her before they slowed, flexing in time with his own. She stroked his cheek, “Shh, my love. Rest. Things will look bett

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

Alpha Alastar Back. “Hello, may I speak with Alpha Alastar Black please?” I ask the receptionist for the Alpha. She asks me to wait a minute and Cree walks in the door. Running his hands over his face in exasperation he plops down in a chair near my desk. Never making eye contact with me, he just waits. “Hello, this is Alpha Alastar Black of Black Dawn Pack. How may I help you?” He sounds like he just got done running.

Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell. She sees a lot of images in inside her mind and she didn’t know where it came from. All of those images are all of her forgotten memories. Because of the smell of her brother’s blood, she felt pain and she wants to save him whatever happens. Ginger went inside the black fire to protect Alexis. They went towards the forest and he bit Alexis' dress for him not be left behind. Alexis went down on the ground and she releases her wings but, it's not her ordinary wings because now, she has four wings instead of two.