Feather Tail Novels & Stories

The head maid had made it clear that they were more than just mere accessories; they were a mark of passing as Orion’s personal attendance. She explained that these earrings held the Moon Goddess’ blessings, and only the designated bearer could take them off once they were worn. Crafted from rare white feathers sourced from an owl that hunted under the moon's glow, they embodied keen insight and graceful wisdom. Each feather delicately fashioned into an earring offered a unique and striking adornment for the ears, adding a subtle yet elegant touch to any attire.

The beast did not care about her spoon story. It came at her again. Both claws swiping. Its spiked tail whipping around from the other side, trying to catch her in the back. The tail had barbs on it, sharp and curved, the kind that would tear flesh on the way out. Kaelithra ducked under the claws. She felt the wind of them passing over her head. Then she jumped over the tail, tucking her knees to her chest, feeling the barbs brush against the soles of her borrowed boots.

He's taking his hair out of his braid, with his back facing me. He nods his head. "Yes." There's a single feather strung in his long black hair; it's a beautiful red one, probably plucked from the backside of a cardinal bird. I take a look at my surroundings. I'm blown away. My mouth falls open at the sight. A giant waterfall surrounded by trees and wildflowers and weeds sprouting out of rocks like little bursts of happiness. Birds sing in the trees loudly, and the music of locusts and cicadas rings in my

I feel the brief sting of familiar pain as my legs fuse together and erupt with scales as my feet fan out into long fins while a set of fins grow from the sides of my hips. I break through the normally chilly waters, that to my skin feel warm, and flip my fins swimming deeper, stretching my tail out for the first time in weeks. Not to brag… much, but I think I have the most stunning tail in the entire kingdom. My tail is 7 feet long with fins that span an extra 5 feet bringing my tail to 12 feet in total. My scales are a greyish blue that fade into royal blue and are shaped more like small feathers as opposed to scales. My fins are thin like chiffon but have the most gorgeous pattern on them

Maggie grunted, stepped forward and grabbed her by her long red mane. “AHH!” Valeen yelled as she swung her fists in the air. “Let go!” Maggie swung her around by her red mane with both hands tightly secured to her scalp. “I couldn’t find the toilet brush, but I guess this messy bush will do.” “Oh, God! You wouldn’t dare!”

After work, Leo wanted to go with Esther for a drink at the bar to celebrate their success, but she excused herself with a headache and quickly returned home. The feather hidden in her pants pocket was bothering her and she wanted to examine it as soon as possible. Could it really belong to the legendary 'Scarlet Angels' or was it just that the woman who lived in that apartment once had a parrot? For at first glance, such a red and quite large feather reminded her only of this bird. But on the other hand, how big feathers could a parrot have? The one she found was the length of her hand, which was small, but Esther had never found a feather as large as this part of her body.

Then a big, tailed beast rose up from its slumber on the front deck. The beast was white in color, and have two pairs of big feathery wings matching its body size. Its tail was currently hugging its form on the plank floor, but from its half to the end were decorated with white feathers with red undertone. It has a quite long neck and rather small head. But it made it look slightly adorable. There was a beautiful silver circlet adored with a crimson gem on its head. The gem color reflected the beast's scarlet eyes. It was beautiful.

Blizzard's old plumage is restored by the tear's healing properties, allowing me to take in his magnificent exotic new look. The icicle crown on his head blends into the soft blue feathers that coat his neck and back. His once scarred beak is now mighty and robust, giving the impression he could pluck my head off my shoulders with ease, yet still gentle enough to preen the underlying white plumage of his wings. The dazzling beauty of his tail knocked the air out of my lungs. Its gorgeous snowflake-shaped ends twinkle like crystals under the light of the dancing flames—what a stunning mythical creature. Little Naomi's voice breaks my astonishment.

"What is a Seven Feather Flag? What exactly is it?" "It is a magical treasure made from the native feathers of seven divine birds, which means that there are seven divine birds who gave their lives for this. These must’ve been bred in the prehistoric era, including the Phoenix, Golden Crow, Vermilion Bird, Four-Eyed Bird, One-Legged Stork, Red-Tailed Bird, and the Nine-Headed Bird. Think about it. This flag was so powerful," Shelly said. "Unfortunately, it was actually on the statue, but given as a bodice. How extravagant this woman must’ve been when she was alive," Alex explained and looked around.

The plan began and the Scions dispersed. With no one on his back anymore, Vayu could unleash the true prominence of his flames. His firebird form turned into full - fledged phoenix, having nine long rainbow tail feathers that each were flames of different colors. The burning wings flapped off fiery plumes to the Grand Serpent's barrier and his serpentine silver eyes were locked on him.