Concept Book Wings Novels & Stories

"Horns! Horns!" Alex screams as he points his hand at me and I nod my head. They got the horns but how do I explain the whole thing? I move my hands on my back to show wings. "Wings! H-huge ones!" Tessa shouts this time. "But something with horns and wings...an unicorn!" I nod my head sideways. Then I gesture as the wings are broken. "Uh? Chopped wings?" Peter says this time and I nod my head in positive. At least this guy is not completely useless for the record.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

Silence was when the most interesting things happened. The abandoned wing welcomed me with a sigh of stale air and dust. No torches burned here. No guards patrolled. Moonlight streamed through broken panes of stained glass, painting the floor in fractured blues and reds. I paused at the first mural. Dragons. Not the twisted, fire-breathing monsters from the Purge stories, but creatures of impossible grace—their wings spread wide enough to eclipse suns, their claws curled gently around mountain peaks. One coiled protectively around a wolf pup, its massive head bent low as if whispering secrets.

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

His breathing was deep, his smirk a teasing one. I said nothing, and instead slowly stood up and walked to his right wing. My fingers touched the material softly, and a shudder from Adrian made the wings vibrate slowly. The leathery material felt strange, like something not earthly. "What does it feel like, when someone touches them?" I asked, my fingers running over his great wing with care. A few scars and tiny holes were visible but I could tell his wings were strong. "Well.. Nobody has ever touched my wings." He answered and I snapped my head to him in response, my hand halting on the leather.

She gradually extended her hand and brushed the feather of his wings. “They are…” “Beautiful, right?” He was so excited to show Evangeline her wings that he didn’t even let her finish. “Divine. I was going to say divine.” She met his gaze and smiled. He returned the smile and with a swish of wind the wings disappeared. “Though I have a problem. Every time I open them, they just make a hole on my shirts, like they are blades. Plus they look weird when they are packed. Any suggestion?” He questioned her, after taking a seat on the couch.

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.

Xander came closer and looked at the engraving, "I don't know, but it feels like it has its own meaning!" "If you want to guess. What wings are these?" Xander was silent, the wings painted on the walls briefly depicted the wings of a bird. However the carving was much bigger and more thorough, Xander shrugged his shoulders "I don't know what wings they are! But could they be angel wings or something similar to a winged creature?"