Blessed Black Wings Novels & Stories

Everyone find their destiny and he has found his to cherish and love it FOREVER! The End!

Hands twitching near their weapons. “The Alpha summons you,” one of them said. “You are to present yourself at the castle.” I didn’t wait for them, I walked ahead. As I passed through the village, their words sharpened, bolder this time. “She’s cursed. Black as night.” “They should exile her before she slaughters more of us.” “Too beautiful to be trusted… that’s how demons hide in plain sight.” Then, thud. A stone hit my shoulder hard. I didn’t flinch or stop, my soul was already too torn to feel one more bruise.

David explained with bright eyes. I couldn't determine if he was telling the truth or lying to me, but I still drained the entire bowl in a single breath. I wanted to see the divine tree no matter the cost. It didn't take long for me to feel dizzy after drinking the black concoction. I could also feel my strength draining from my limbs. The men helped me onto the sedan chair before using a strip of black cloth to blindfold me. I felt the sedan chair being lifted up. It swayed from side to side as the men carried me into the forest.

The bands sang faintly as they held, a high, restrained whine like a hymn being forced through a throat that didn’t believe in God. Above, aerial units took position. Black-winged devils lifted from battlements in synchronised arcs, their ascent disciplined rather than chaotic. They did not circle wildly. They climbed to calculated heights and held there, wings beating in a measured rhythm, forming layered air cover in vertical tiers. Their wingbeats made a steady, oppressive percussion, like a thousand doors closing one after another. Some carried hooked chains coiled at their waists. Others bore curved blades that glowed faintly along their edges, the metal reacting to the proximity of for

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

The silence that followed Kaelen’s declaration was not the peaceful quiet of a battle won. It was the heavy, pressurized hush of a room where the air was being sucked out through a pinhole. The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep, once a theater of violet starlight and golden heresy, had turned into a monochrome nightmare. The black shadow-wings unfurled from Kaelen’s small shoulders were not made of feathers or fire; they were made of a light-drinking substance that seemed to smudge the very reality of the Silver Peaks.

he took a paused and smiled at the woman standing beside him like she is all that mattered. Some persons nodded in acceptance while some just cheered and kept quiet so he can continue. Frank gave her hand a little squeeze before he continued. "This past few days, I must say has been the most soul searching days for me because it has brought me so much that I could only dream of having." He took a quick pause before continuing. "God has blessed me with so much without me even realizing it. Heck, I almost lost part of that blessing recently but am glad everything turned out for the best because it made me to realize how much I want to spend everyday of my life loving this woman" he turned and

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.”

They were werewolves that were killed when Liliana unleashed hell. "Stop, please!" I begged, my heart heavy with guilt and despair. But the voices grew louder, more agonizing, echoing through my mind like a never-ending nightmare. In my desperation, I felt my back flex as two white wings emerged from my back, a glimmer of hope in the bleakness. I gasped shocked, “M-my wings, finally!”