Novel & Cerita Concept Book Wings

A tingling spread through her as her energy concentrated, and she pushed herself, attempting to muster the strength to reveal her wings. A bead of sweat traced her forehead as fatigue pressed down. Despite her waning energy, Arabella refused to betray vulnerability. At last, she felt them – the mystical flaps emerging from her back. Gritting her teeth, Arabella pushed herself further, focusing all her concentration on the emergence of her wings. As the wings sprouted from her back, Sandro stood nearby, completely enraptured by the sight.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

Two of them attack the serpentous while defending each other. "I am tired of this filthy creatures!" Ezekeil bellows in slight anger. "Wind magic art, no. 10; Eagles wings shower!" Ezekeil chanted. *Eagle wings shower-- a wind magic created by Ezekeil. Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword*

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

Sighing, I try to sit on the bed because I'm bone tired, but that’s not possible given my current state. “How do I get rid of the wings, Nyx?” I asked. She was lazily lying down, her head on her paws. She was feeling content, while I was edgy and unsettled. “Just imagine yourself with no wings,” she replied lazily. “That should do it.” Closing my eyes, I envisioned my back without wings. Weirdly enough, despite how big they were, they weren’t heavy. It was going to take some time to get used to them, but once I do, I’m sure it will feel like an extension of my limbs.

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

She noted as she looked at them again. "Can you move them?" She asked and Lori shrugged. "I don't know. Can I?" "They're your wings. You should be able to." "Think of it like an extra limb. Just think about it moving and your brain will send down that impulse and do the rest." Lori concentrated hard enough and willed the wings to flap. They did! It freaked her out a bit but Myra was smiling. "Good! Good." "How will my wings be useful? I think they're cumbersome when it comes to combat."

(if you ask me, they looked like the eyes of a fly) The creature had long wings that resembled bat wings, but it had big claws in each fold of the wings. The creature extended its wings, hitting Brandon and causing him to fall on his back. Ricky tried to overpower the witch, but he was quicker. He turned, covering himself with his wings, and quickly struck Rickymeith with his claws, making Ricky grunt as he felt the sharp nails scratch him across his back.