Feyre Wings Novels & Stories

I said, starting to cry. “Don’t cry dear, now do the same, picture them coming back,” he told me. I took a deep breath and nodded, giggling when he wiped the tears off my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I imagined the feathers of my wings slowly coming back. I could feel when they returned and opened my eyes with a squeal of delight. My wings were big and very strong. The tips touched my heels and when I stretched them out they were almost 5 meters across. I brought one of my wings around in front of me so I could stroke the plush feathers. The feathers were white but faded to black at the edges. They looked like they were burned.

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

She finally had eternal peace. His black wings on his back glowed, then scattered into pieces of crow feathers that fell beautifully around her body. Some flew in the wind, and some fell around him and Felen. Felen tried to reach the silky black feather, but when her hand touched it, the feather disappeared without a trace. ***

His life was slipping away. Without thinking, Veyra reached deep within herself, the power that had been growing inside her for so long surging to the forefront. The bond, once just a whisper in her mind, flared to life, and her body responded—her limbs trembling with the energy that flooded her. Her wings—wings of moonlight—sprang from her back, shimmering with the glow of the full moon. Veyra herself shocked. Without hesitation, she leaped into the air, her wings carrying her swiftly across the sky, the wind rushing past her as she flew toward the distant cry of her mate. The earth below her seemed to fall away as she soared, her magic propelling her forward with an unstoppable force.

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

I tighten my arms around her, holding her still. Her energy changes, her panic rising. That has me worried but this is our best chance. Without a second thought, I push us out. Feyre screams, my body feels light and the wind feels amazing. I mentally calculate when I’ll need to activate it. Feyre promises to kill me after this, but I laugh. Up in the sky, it feels great having her this close, weirdly intimate. I don’t know how to explain this. I look down and see the two possible places we will land. Close to the shore or the water—hopefully not there—or in the forest far off the beach.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

She didn't have to wait for very long though before it passed again; and this time, she caught a proper view. The first thing Megan saw was a pair of wings. They were long; so long in fact that they could easily be the length of a semi-truck. They were also slender, streamlined enough for presumably a smooth glide through the intense winds at the mountain top. Coming closer to the grounds, she saw that the wings sparkled in the sun like pieces of silver; several rainbow colours dancing off their edges whenever they caught the light properly.

“Say that again.” “That vampire––” Orien shook his head. “The last part.” “Wings?” He nodded. “She…she has wings.” She extended her arms to both sides. “Huge, black wings with sharp, knife-like feathers. She used her wings to pin me to the wall. It…It went right through my shoulder.” Freya swiftly moved her gown to reveal the small, round scar that has healed. “What else is she capable of doing?” He released her, inspecting the scar. She shivered when he ran his finger over her skin. “She’s good at fighting. People who saw her fighting said, she was a force to reckon with.”

A gold glow appears in the fog and grows brighter by the second. Andricia soars up past me and I fall on my butt looking up at her. She is glowing, her pure white wings carry her beautifully. White feathers cover the large span of strong wings that carry her effortlessly. She has her golden crown glowing on her forehead with a red ruby in the center. She slowly lowers herself to the ground and her wings disappear, and she stops glowing.