Book Feather Novels & Stories

But she was surprised that her expected fall didn't happened she open her eyes and saw she no longer see trees around her but a clear sky and the feeling of soft but sturdy surface behind on her back. She got up to a sitting position and felt the feathery surface on her hand. She look it's really is giant feathers the colour was a bit darker than the one who took her earlier. Her gratefulness to the bird led her to hug the huge bird only was surprise when she almost slipped.p

said Chelsea her voice sounded hollow to herself as well but she knew what that bird was at first glance , it was just denial instinct kicking in, that made her refuse because she knew that if that bird was really a deviuture then they have no chance at all of getting out of this ordeal alive . With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millio

I kiss the top of her head, smiling into her hair. She's the reason I feel so light-headed. She's fucking vertigo to me. I continue holding her as we both come down, massaging her skin, and a few moments later, she pulls her head up, but her eyes don't meet mine, they're searching my body. She runs her hands everywhere, tracing the ink on my skin with her fingers, and then her eyes stop moving, stilling on my arm. I tried to hold back a smile, knowing she had finally seen the new ink I had gotten a

THE AGENCY PENTHOUSE PLAYROOM PT 2 She took her time teasing him. She reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a long soft feather. The feather had a smooth handle and delicate vanes. She dragged it slowly over his right nipple. The light touch made the skin tighten immediately. Dorian’s nipple hardened into a small peak. She circled the feather around it again and again. The sensation was ticklish and arousing at the same time. His chest rose and fell faster.

Though he certainly helped speed up the process. It was amazing what you could do with a feather really or so the billionaire proved. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply it against her skin to make it between torture and pleasure. He traced her areolas with loving care and had her quivering beneath him, then down her belly torturously slow. It seemed he was determined to hit every inch, every nerve ending in her entire fucking body. She was burning with heat from the kiss of that feather, especially as it skimmed across her clit.

She finally had eternal peace. His black wings on his back glowed, then scattered into pieces of crow feathers that fell beautifully around her body. Some flew in the wind, and some fell around him and Felen. Felen tried to reach the silky black feather, but when her hand touched it, the feather disappeared without a trace. ***

Hugh stands beside me, gazing at me with heated curiosity from behind a mask of black feathers. He’s wearing a sharp black tuxedo, the lapels covered in matching feathers that though black, shimmer with color under the light. A broach of a golden crow is pinned to his breast.

He flapped his wings and several thousands of his feathers rained down like arrows. The razor-sharp feathers glinted like steel in the sunlight, its sheer vast number threatening to rain blood and death down on every survivor below. He fired his arrow-like feathers and cried shrilly, "Taste the wrath of the Peacock race, Chu Xun!" With that, he wheeled around and sped away. Buzz!

“Oh my God,” I whispered. “And look, underneath the words,” Skye muttered. He himself was no longer looking into the cargo bed; he had covered his eyes with his one hand, the other clutching at my forearm as though without it he would fall into the darkness. Beneath the word fail, as though it was underlining it, a single, shining raven feather had been placed. It gleamed like an oil spill beneath the too-white torchlight, rippling with purples and greens and glistening like undisturbed water.

As his words fell, a powerful, terrifying roar reverberated in the distance. A violent sound, full of rage, tore through the air. It seemed an even more fearsome beast was approaching. Adrian's eyes gleamed coldly as he sensed the change. From the distant horizon, a massive creature emerged from the void. It was an ancient beast—a bird, to be precise. Adrian's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected it to be an ancient beast, let alone one as powerful as the Red Feather Divine Bird. The bird's greatest strength lay in its wings, forged from mystic iron. A single blow from those wings could inflict excruciating pain and even shatter the body of anyone struck by them.