Feyre Wings Novels & Stories

Because from her back— Light began to shimmer. Soft at first. Then brighter. Golden particles gathered like fireflies before dawn. Fabric at her shoulders shifted slightly as something pushed outward. The faint outline of wings began forming beneath the glow. Saraya kept crying, unaware. Behind her, magnificent golden wings slowly erupted—large, radiant, translucent. They unfurled gracefully, glowing like sunlight through glass. The entire hall fell silent in awe. King Basil straightened. Phoenix’s jaw dropped. Vidhant whispered, “Whoa.”

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

As she drew a deep breath, the light answered—brightening along the edges in a soft, steady flare. She drew her shoulders back deliberately this time. The weight shifted. Not dragging, not forcing. Now perfectly balanced, as if her body had always been waiting for this. Subtle muscles along her spine engaged, powerful and unfamiliar. The wings unfurled behind her in a slow, measured arc, feathers of living flame sliding into place one by one. They were larger than she had understood in the heat of anger and panic of new and unknown. Now they were arching high above her head and curving wide enough that their tips nearly brushed the chamber walls.

I wanted to shut my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had not regained control over myself. I was high in the sky. My fear of falling to the ground made me pray for a safe landing. I didn’t know how it was possible for me to even fly. I had never noticed wings on my back before, but remembering what I saw in the memory orb of my father, I knew Faiths had translucent and delicate paper-like wings. They looked like those of a dragonfly. I must have had them as well.

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.

Freya Everything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in. My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.

While she carried her continuously threatening tone with him, she made no actual threat that was verbalised. Unfurling his wings and cowering into a ball within them, Ingram responded back nervously. Fumbling over some of his words as he spoke. "HE IS A WEREWOLF PRINCESS!! PLEASE- PRINCESS SEPHORA CALM YOURSELF!" His wings were an appropriate, navy which was almost black, colour for someone living in the Noble District. They were beginning to show that grey speckling in his feathers, a show of age among all harpy, but usually most noticeable on Ravens and darker feather Clan's first. Like that of Maven's but not quite as much yet.

Once they made their way up, they sat down, holding on to the tiles and looking up at the sky. As the sun fell over the horizon, Valor heard the distant beating of wings in the sky, echoing over the city. He searched the sky for the source of the sound, spotting the distant figures that emerged from behind the palace. As they flew into the fading light, he spotted the bright colours that made up their scales and the wide expanse of wings that stretched across the sky. On their back were riders that held small sacks, full of what he assumed was the powder Freya had mentioned earlier.

"Xian'er!" Ice-cold air instantly wrapped itself around Xiao Chen. Earlier, he couldn't detect any breath at all. Who managed to kidnap Xian'er so quietly and smoothly? He immediately thought of that mysterious person who had previously kidnapped Xian'er. Currently, Murong Xian'er's breath had yet to dissipate. He shattered the window overlooking the west with his palm and unleashed Phoenix's Wings to chase after the kidnapper. The Phoenix's Wings were about three meters long and looked as if they were lit up with raging flames. It was particularly conspicuous in the night sky. Residents who had yet to drift off to dreamland were stupefied after catching sight of this a blurry flame whizzing

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin, and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. They seem to absorb what little light there is, and nothing shines off of them like their darkness overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.