Book Feather Novels & Stories

The fire was not only hot, but strangely also had some sort of soothing, healing effect. “That...!” Xiao Long was surprised to see the feather that Huo Yan had taken out as it was very similar to the feather owned by the Firebird. Yes, it was very similar to the Firebird's feathers but with a different level of strength. “Master! That is the core feather that every Firebird has!” Firebird's shocked voice rang out in his head. Firebirds rarely spoke, but she spoke this time because this core feather was very important to Firebirds. The Core Feather was the feather that held all the fire and healing powers that a Firebird possessed. If someone had a Firebird's Core Feather, it meant that one F

When she shifted her weight, the tips adjusted instinctively, spreading slightly wider, revealing their true breadth—each wing extending far beyond the width of her frame, broad enough that Cael could see their edges even from the front. Layered Emberlight shaped each feather with impossible precision. Long primaries swept outward in elegant curves, while shorter, denser feathers lay closer to her spine, overlapping like armour wrought from fire rather than metal. Veins of brighter gold threaded through each feather like living scripture, pulsing faintly in time with her breath. Each pulse answered something unseen, as if her body were synchronising with a rhythm written into the marrow of c

Leandro moved closer to my front, he was taller than me by a few inches. “Tell me, how are you enjoying Eyecatchers, sneaking in with my card?”

The one she found was the length of her hand, which was small, but Esther had never found a feather as large as this part of her body. Once in her apartment, Esther quickly took off her shoes, and tossed the coat carelessly on the couch in the living room. She quickly found herself in bedroom, where her laptop was. Esther turned it on quickly and waited impatiently for the system to boot up completely. Then she took a picture of the scarlet feather and from the phone sent it to the computer, using image search to find out which bird such feather might belong to. Although there were a few species of birds with similar plumage color, most of them were exotic and it was illegal to own them as p

I strip down and close my eyes and envision Bedelia. Her black feathers with the reds, oranges, and golds running through the centre of my tail feathers. Her beautiful orange eyes and gold beak and talons. I open my eyes and see I am looking down at really small people. I wait for Vilkas to shift in to Jaka and him and Bedelia rub against each other as she shakes out her neck feathers and he does the same. I move to my belly and open my wings as Wesley climbs up and sits behind my neck.

They really trusted their Alpha. Moving my idle ass, I helped Caro to hand people the protective tokens. I smiled, noticing how cute they were, with all the feathers and little crystals dangling from a white rune-sewed circle. I’ve read about these blue pegasus feathers long ago. They were powerful and hard to find.

My voice shook, but my body trembled even more. His eyes lifted to mine, wide, dark, haunted. He looked at me as though he had seen a ghost. “That feather,” he whispered, his voice raw, “it doesn’t just belong to you. It’s living. And it’s chosen to protect you… even from me.” The wind howled through the trees, taking the sound of his words into the night. My heart thundered so loud it shut out everything else. If even the feather scared him, what did that make him to me?

Chapter 9: Feathers and Fate Nico stared down at the embroidered crest on his blazer pocket as the bell rang—sharp, metallic, cutting through Professor Thorne’s closing remarks like a guillotine. The bat wasn’t the usual leathery thing most vampire iconography used. Its wings were feathered. Black as midnight crow plumage, edged with an almost iridescent sheen that caught the lecture-hall lights and threw faint purple undertones. Not membrane stretched over bone. Not demonic. Almost… angelic. A single crimson tear hung from the creature’s belly like it was weeping blood instead of crying it.

A beautifully written message came wrapped in a soft linen napkin and tied with a gold cord. Tomas handed it to her without a word, his face unreadable. There was no note. No handwriting. Just a single, pressed black feather resting inside the cloth—clean, glossy, unmistakable. A raven’s wing feather. Large and bold, a sign of protection. She felt the weight of it in her palm, even though it couldn’t have weighed more than air. She looked up at him.