Feather Oblivion Novels & Stories

The Silent Feet came and went like wind, leaving dead bodies and blood along their trail, but people did not hear screams or chaos, just silence, followed by death. As he stared at the pretty boy, seemingly too weak to even throw a punch, challenging him, Old Snow thought the Bronze Orchid was playing tricks on him. He felt a bit disappointed that he would have to destroy such a face. It would be a shame, but the boy had brought it upon himself. As he was sure he wouldn't lose, he didn't even demand a price if he won. It was an insignificant fight that would be over in seconds. Everyone knew how it was going to end, so there was no need for all that fuss. He was wrong.

Cass looked up to find Jax smirking down at him. "Interesting bird," Jax remarked. Cass stared, his confusion thick enough to choke on, until Jax jerked his chin toward the oversized rooster embroidered onto the side of the weathered fabric. "Oh!" Cass realized he was being mocked, but he forced a grin anyway, desperate to diffuse the Alpha tension radiating off the bleachers. "It’s Heihei. From that movie, Moana." "Right," Jax said slowly, his expression shifting to a mask of sheer bewilderment. "And why is a cartoon bird on your gear?"

"Don't worry, dad, I got this." Wanna feel something amazing, Selene? Give me control. The wind whips through Feather's coat as she runs through the forest. Selene gets addicted to the rush, feeling so free as Feather runs through the trees. Feather brings them close to an abandoned cabin on the rear of Maddie's land. Selene notices him before he sees them. A divine smell of caramel and apples meets her nostrils. Mate. Feather sighs happily. "Too bad he is hateful," Selene spits.

“Vampires? And this… this is not from the Feather clan nor the Wingsman clan.” She traced the pad of her fingers on the feathers. The feathers were slightly unique. It was pointy and rough around the edge. It was somewhat larger than either clan. The Feather clan consisted of numerous bird feathers and the Wingsman clan’s feathers were limited only to their wings. There were striking differences between the Feather clan's and the Wingsman clan’s feathers. The differences were also prominent.

I felt a warm feeling but I didn’t get burnt. “12 Celestial Weapons, I summon thee. Let there be light and let us see. Choose your user with great responsibility. Show yourselves!” The blinding light dazzled even more so I covered my eyes with my hand. It was only for a moment, then after which, a red bird feather appeared in front of me. My forehead furrowed as I saw it.

Since then she has been after the cursed ones with a vengeance, leading the nighthawks into majority of their battles. “We got information of cursed ones sightings from one of our covens and Oniko has gone first with the red matron and others,” Damola explained. “I’ll be taking you there now, it’s time you saw for yourselves what we are up against.” I was going to battle! My eyes widened, and my heart began to race fast. Damola brought out a brown feather. “You know what this is?” I stared at the feather in her hand. Although I sensed magic on it, I saw nothing else. “A feather?” I stated the obvious.

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

EVIE The world didn’t end. It felt like it should have when my bones split apart, when fire burned through my skin like molten, when I screamed so hard my throat cracked. But instead of dying, the darkness came, and in it, was like something else woke up. A heartbeat that wasn’t just mine. A voice whispering in my ear, burning under my skin. Run. I gasped, but it wasn’t air in my lungs anymore. It was wind. Sharp. Cold. Free.

The room quieted as he approached her, his expression one of deep reverence, as if he were about to perform a sacred rite. “What’s happening?” I whispered to Marco, who had appeared at my side with his usual uncanny timing. “Feather bondage,” he murmured, his voice low. “It’s a form of sensation play. The feather is used not just for tickling but for tracing patterns under the rope. It heightens awareness of the ties, making the restraint about more than just the rope itself.”

I poured every memory I had—the smell of rain, the taste of an apple, the feel of Silas’s hand—into her cold, sterile mind. "FEEL IT!" I screamed. The Obsidian-Elara let out a sound of pure horror. Her silver wings melted. Her violet eyes flickered, showing glimpses of a girl who was afraid of the dark. The "Memory-Overload" was too much for the Syndicate’s servers. The Silver Moon began to crack and burn with a violet-red fire. The Relay-Tower tore apart. I felt myself falling, plunging toward the earth as the sky turned into a shower of silver debris.