Feyre Wings Novels & Stories

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

"How do we get inside?" "Do we knock?" Just as they were about to go closer, the high gates opened revealing two winged fairies. They honestly assumed that the creatures from this city were small but they were of the same heights but their wings glow. The lady wings were gorgeous like a butterfly with different colors and the boy has a dragon fly like wings that flickers such colors when he moves depending where it will reflect.

Something heavy slammed against the floor across the gym. Bjorn and I both turned toward the sound. For a moment I assumed someone had knocked over a piece of equipment. Then I saw her. The girl stood frozen near the far wall. And behind her— Wings. Not just wings. Angel wings. But nothing like the ones I had seen before. They were enormous, feathers darker than midnight, the surface catching the overhead lights with a faint blue iridescence when they shifted. The air around them still rippled from the force of their sudden appearance.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

Drew Wings. Fucking gold wings had just appeared out of my best friend’s back. And I didn’t mean small, delicate, wispy things. I’m talking giant, pure gold wings. They were still beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But they looked nothing like what I pictured when I imagined a fairy with wings. Because it was obvious that’s what she was. Not a witch. Never a witch. A fairy. A fucking Fae. In our pack.

I smile against her, and when she pulls away, her wings break out behind her, flicking specks of blood to the ground. I throw Isaac over my shoulder, extend my own wings, and we take off into the sky. I glance over at Aurora, who is staring around wide eyed as she flies through the air at a breathtaking speed. She has a lot of anxiety, but when she gets past it, her joy is contagious. She was terrified to fly, but now she seems to be getting a thrill out of it. Her wings are amazing. Vampire wings are solid black, but hers have some red and white feathers mixed in between all the black ones. I’d assume the white is because of her hair and the red because of her eye. Whatever the reason for i

The vamps that attacked us this morning were cloaked too. Milady is no witch, Tessa replies indignantly. Hers is the forest magic of the Fae. My eyes shoot from the dog to the woman, stunned. Tessa's lady has her back to me as Ian helps her to her feet, but there's no mistaking the two pair of strong transparent wings with dark shimmery veins and an irridescent sheen draped vertically and originating at two spots between her narrow shoulders. Seriously? Yes, triumvir. In shock, I peer at her, comparing what I see with what little I know of fae and watching the silvery wings curl and retract into her, disappearing entirely beneath her creamy skin.

The sound tore through the trees, echoing far beyond the forest as though the forest itself were forced to carry it. Seryna straightened slowly. She stretched as if waking from a dream that had lasted centuries, rolling her shoulders with deliberate indulgence. Flesh shifted beneath her skin. Bones cracked, reshaping with wet, intimate sounds. Power surged outward as two enormous wings ripped free from her back, tearing through flesh and shadow alike. They unfurled in a violent rush of air. Black feathers spiraled downward, brushing the forest floor as she shook the wings once, hard, claiming the space around her.

The wind and smoke twirling around us as we open our wings again, pushing more flames out as parts of the palace crumble and explode under the intensity of the heat. We land squashing a few dark fae under our talons. As we attack them with our tail, beak, and wings, knocking them flying. Or tearing into them. Blood coats our feathers and golden beak. Turning my gaze to the palace doors and I see him. Xerxes.