Book Feather Novels & Stories

A black feather stretched across my shoulder blade. For a moment I just stared at it. A tattoo? No. That wasn’t possible. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I turned fully toward the mirror. My breath left me in a soft gasp. My entire back was covered in them. Black wings. Not real wings. But something that looked almost as if they could be. Every feather was etched perfectly across my skin, layered and detailed in a way that made them look alive. The dark feathers shimmered faintly with streaks of iridescent blue that caught the morning light.

“You should probably work on that.” “How can you even tell?” “You made more of an effort to break it, which means it affected you more and therefore your resulting reaction was stronger.” He caught me eyeing his wings, which were ruffling and moving on their own accord. “Do you want to touch them?” “Yes...” I said, sounding unsure to even my own ears. Liam and Todd were watching intently. I raised my hand, slowly reaching toward the indigo feathers. Gently running down one with my fingertips I felt a small jolt of electricity, the feather soft and malleable under my touch. Not even daring to breathe I tracked my fingers down the feather toward the center of Kenneth’s back. The feathers becam

said Papa Bois, narrowing his eyes at the feather. He turned to the Prince. “She is the reason your friends are dead, not my flowers,” said Papa Bois calmly. Hayden folded his arms and averted his eyes, refusing to look at the guardian. Papa Bois fashioned the feather into an arrow before their very eyes. Cory marvelled at it. The arrow was in stark contrast to the others in the Amber Bow’s quiver. The other arrows were shone brightly as if lit from within with gold embers. The arrow made from Anestra’s feather was dark as midnight yet it sparkled like the stars. It reminded Cory of blue goldstone.

She whispered, "She's not done." I blinked. "Cerra?"Slowly, she shook her head. "Whoever took her place. The person who moved into and remained in her shadow.” I picked up the feather and walked over to the desk.That hue. It was tradition. "I understand." "So we trace its origin." At last, she raised her gaze."Exactly." REYNA'S POV I went directly to the quartermasters' records with Elric. We spent two full hours combing through supplier lists. The feather was dyed with a very specific color—deep red, not natural, treated to resist rain and fire. It was the kind used for ceremonial pins and crests.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

Storm folded her lips, looked around her for the umpteenth time, before dipping her still shaking hands into the box and retrieving the feather. She looked at it keenly. It was red with flakes of blue. She tried comparing it with the beast she had seen in her dream, but nothing came up. The beast had been just a beast, without feathers. Where did this feather come from? She was sure that this box had been empty before she had dropped the book inside it before going to bed last night. Could it be from the book then? She turned her head to the side considering the possibility. Nothing turned up, but she held onto the feather, deciding to research the animal that possesses this unique feather.

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.

He was looking down at me as I looked up. “Cheeto you magnificent animal, you can grow so large?” He continued to show me no malice. He looked like what I would imagine a dragon would look like with golden and red feathers. His beak was large before but now it was as big as a horse’s head, his long crown of feathers on his head were longer than I was tall. He took up nearly all the space in my room.

A little bird transformed into a behemoth in the blink of an eye. Feb had a huge body that was hundreds of meters long with beautiful purple plumage. A purple light surrounded her wings. Her beak was as sharp as a knife. She also had a single horn on her head that had mysterious inscriptions flowing around it. The talons on her feet were sharp and her a long tail trailed in the air. James looked at the transformed Feb in shock. He murmured, “Is this the true form of a Gorger? Despite her gargantuan size, Feb still looks beautiful with the dazzling purple light around her body.”

Ray now had to rely entirely on memory and instinct. Spatial perception was truly godlike. He pressed the mysterious feathers against his body. Instantly, they radiated enough heat to warm even the air he breathed. Ray clicked his tongue in amazement—these feathers were nothing short of a strategic resource. Whoever possessed this mutated bird could ignore the bitter cold entirely. He had no idea the feathers' "effective period" was only three days. Otherwise, while still a strategic asset, their usefulness would have been drastically reduced.