Feather Tail Novels & Stories

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

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.

Twisting as she flies, clawing at one target, then breathing fire at another before sending two more fireballs at the last remaining targets, headshots. When she lands in the centre of the area, she suddenly feels a bit too short. Like she was just a few inches shorter. Callie looks at herself and Eliza gasps, she was maybe five-feet tall, and the same sort of length, but her tail went on for miles. Well, seven and a bit feet, but still. She fluffs it out a bit, it’s almost exactly like a peacock’s tail, with the eyes and everything, just in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. She smiles inwardly,

Her eyes glistened like ambers complementing the surprising gold of her mane, making her look beyond incredible. "I bet she's fast!" I grinned, opening up the link between Kayla and me, knowing the need to dominate and be in control would provoke Archer. "Maybe even faster than you, bud! You'll struggle to catch her now!" I laughed, winking at Rose, who was swishing her tail playfully, its long fox-like feathers of white and gold glimmering spectacularly.

She couldn't wait. "Beautiful," Kanda complimented. He pulled the feather far higher than before, and he parted her soaking wet lips. They both watched as the crimson red drop welled on the bottom part of the feather and then free fell to land directly on her clit. Trisha's moan filled the area. "Just," she whispered, "a little closer." "As you wish." He moved the feather down the smallest amount, and as they both watched, it turned a bright blue and this time a drop of ice water dripped onto Trisha.

Pussy speaks for me, twitching and melting, and briefly… so briefly… the lips and tongue skim my entrance before cool air bathes my flesh again. Something tickles over my skin, replacing the kiss. My lips. My cheek. Then travelling over my chin, down my neck and to the cleft of my collar bone. Goosepimples pop and prickle on my arms, and my slit leaks hot fluid. "What…?" "It's a feather."

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

said Lowa, bending her thumb and forefinger into a circle, putting them in her mouth and whistling loudly. A big beautiful bird with a long tail flew over us. This is a bird that I haven't seen before. Her eyes were sharp and her beak was like a hook, but her feathers were a bright red with colorful stripes. Her tail was like a summer reed, long and fluffy at the bottom, and looked like a flame from a distance. "What kind of bird is this? I've never seen such a beautiful bird." "It's a phoenix-kite hybrid. I found an egg in the mountains and hatched it in a hot spring," says Lowa, grabbing the collar of my back.

My voice shook, but my body trembled even more. His eyes lifted to mine, wide, dark, haunted. He looked at me as though he had seen a ghost. “That feather,” he whispered, his voice raw, “it doesn’t just belong to you. It’s living. And it’s chosen to protect you… even from me.” The wind howled through the trees, taking the sound of his words into the night. My heart thundered so loud it shut out everything else. If even the feather scared him, what did that make him to me?