Fables And Feathers Novels & Stories

I look down in confusion, expecting to see some form of injury — probably caused by the unknown creature who has suddenly gotten to me without me sensing it — but instead, I see something completely unexpected and totally incredible. Feathers — which are delicate, beautiful, and light sprout from my skin just then, and they keep unfurling like the petals of a flower in bloom. I gasp in astonishment and watch in awe as they grow larger and more defined. Then after a short while, they form into wings that stretch out behind me, shimmering beautifully in the pale moonlight of the night.

I used my handkerchief to cover my nose and tied it from the back. Others did the same. I looked up again and now I could see the creatures flying down. "Faeries." Manners, I saw the flock of faeries in different colors. But what caught my eyes are the two fairies in the middle. They are both blonde with long hair. Their wings are the color of gold. They are male and female. They look like twins to be exact. The gold dust that's showering right now is coming from their wings.

The very air seemed to thicken with malice. Suddenly, the scene shifted, his vision spiraling upwards as if pulled by an invisible force. Abraham saw them—the creatures that looked human but not fully. Their wings, impossibly large and radiant, glimmered with an eerie glow, feathers sharp as blades. Their faces were obscured, not out of beauty, but as if they were too terrible to be seen by mortal eyes. Energy crackled around them, and the weight of their presence threatened to crush Abraham's spirit.

What do they call this place? Forbidden Valley. I touched the goose bumps on my arms, "I had better get out of here as soon as possible." I summoned the golden feather in my mind. It became the size of a carpet then flew to my feet. I sat on it and drove it upward. Before I set out, I was confident that I would be able to get off the valley floor easily. I had the golden feather, and I had my wings. No matter how far away I can fly up. However, when I was halfway up, an accident happened.

He gave me anxious eyes as I stepped forward and was instantly surrounded by the fairy creatures. Animals resembling deer, predator cats, dogs, rabbits, rats, and even bears brushed against me. Birds circled above us, crying out sharply, and insects crawled beneath carefully placed paws. Fur of every color and every mixture of colors slid under my hands. Eyes—from the largest sparkling orbs to the tiniest black beads—stared at me while sharp talons dug happily into the earth around me and the flutter of wings brushed against my cheeks.

Chapter 39/ Epilogue Five years later Foxy’s POV It’s like my past is a dream. A dream of things that seem so distant from the life I’m living now. I can’t imagine living without Blair and our twin sons, Blade and Austin, and it looks like I finally found my happy ending. I love my little family, and Blair and I are happily mated.

Creed even had a doubt that this fluffy bird was just pretending to be an idiot. Nevertheless, the little gobbler had become extremely fluffy and a royal beast in terms of appearance. 3 feet tall and a mythical raven-like body with dense dark and gray fur. Surprisingly, the beast's appearance differed greatly from its parent. Creed remembered neither fluffy feather nor innocence when he had fought the Mad Inca Aves. The good thing about this is that the little gobbler did not need to be fed anymore; he was able to hunt it all by himself without the help.

Eva said honestly covering the pot. "She walk so hard for the contract she's going for this morning but I doubt if she's going to win it cause of the feathers that are already involved" James said. "Feathers? I haven't heard such name before" Eva asked. "They are the top one billionaire in both United States and California, mexico and Italy adore them but they are just group of mafia gang called feathers, I have been investigating them for the past a year now but I don't think I can be the end of them" James said honestly.

And to find out exactly how much they know. Felix just shakes his head. For a moment, his eyes flash with something I can’t quite place – an emotion I have no name for. He raises his arms up on either side of him, and the ravens go suddenly silent. Without warning they swoop down, all at once – alighting on his shoulders, cascading down in a river of midnight feathers, until they become a long, flowing cloak of blackest night. The hazel eyes turn a brilliant blood red, his skin becomes paler still, whiter than a ghost. His fingernails are black and pointed, like those of a beast, and I see the flash of dark armor beneath the raven-feather cloak.

The only reason one would use golden peacock feathers to draw runes was for the long-lasting effect. What really fascinated Xasha more than any of that was the fact that the feathers attracted energy particles just like energy cores. Feathers of a different color would attract a different kind of energy particle, there were seven different particles being attracted by this bird including fire, water, air, healing, lightning, light, and purification.