Feyre Wings Novels & Stories

She stepped back and her eyes gave a fiery flash as she flung out her phoenix wings. Looking over her shoulders, she shook her head, "no." It was night already and flying with her phoenix wings would draw attention, so she shut them back in and popped out her raven wings, which emanated dark energy and her emerald green eyes darkened. She nodded to herself and charged forward before diving out her window. She soared high in the sky, giggling to herself as she viewed DarkSun city. The sight was eye soothing, the bright light from each street and houses made the view even more beautiful. Thrusting through the gentle breeze, she found her way to Giselle's house.

It was like soothing a raging storm before it caused irreparable destruction. "That's why you saved her," Zephyr breathed in realization, "that's why you need to make sure she's okay." "Yeah," I admitted. "She's not a total lost cause you know," Zephyr stood with a huff and flexed his shoulders so his black feathered wings could take form on his back — his real wings and not some sort of illusion. They were shaped similarly to bat wings with sharp feathers at the ends that could be used as daggers and glinting horns at the arches, "you can help her if you're willing to."

“And he meant nothing.” “Are you pouting, Valen?” Rhaenan teases with a quiet laugh. Before Valen can retort, he lifts his chin, eyes narrowing at the horizon. “There they are,” he says. We all turn. Against the sunset, three figures soar through the sky, wings stretched wide as they ride the wind toward us. Massive, powerful—impossible to mistake for anything but fae. A nd they're wings were like a blend of rainbows. “They’re beautiful,” I murmur, my breath caught in my throat.

“What do you mean by your rare?” “Well, we don’t have royals in our realm like you do. But I suppose that’s what you could call me. So, there’s different kinds of fae and normally your wings are determined by the season you’re born in. If you have a light green color then you were born in spring, if they’re yellow then you were born in summer, if they’re red or orange then you were born in the fall, and if they’re blue then you were born in the winter.” I look at her iridescent wings that have a blend of colors in them and look as if they’re constantly moving and blending together. I say, “You don’t have any of those.”

That was my primary concern. I relaxed my shoulders and felt my wings spring free like a switchblade, sighing I stretched them, letting the tension work their way out. My wings had black and red feathers, and unlike a bird's feather which were soft, and gentle a Valkyrie’s feathers were hard and sharp, able to slice through bone when needed.

With wide eyes, I watched feathers emerge from her back, blood-red feathers, growing with each grunt, soon to reveal a pair of mighty, bloody wings fluttering uncertainly in the wind. "What the fuck?" I didn't finish the sentence because there was a sudden movement, and I was already screaming out of fear. I held Mackenzie like a vine as the cold wind whipped my naked body, and the raindrops washed away the sweat and dirt from me. Mckenzie continued to stare at the sky as, as if in a trance, she moved through the clouds, carrying us on her angel wings above the storm.

Lucifer caught the wind under hir wings and soared upwards into the sky. Ze felt the wind buffet all around hir feathers as ze sailed gracefully in a wide sweeping curve. Then, ze angled hir head, spotted Freya far below, then turned hir body downward. Ze flapped a few times to help gain speed, then pulled hir wings close to hir body.

The Fae Kingdom/Faeora Omri Third in command I was on alert when Cayden and Michael left to assist Aidan, I was in charge at the moment with the former king assisting in getting everyone to safety when we heard the alarm, I was mind-linked by a warrior who stated the rogues had breached the territory on the southern border closer to the Elvish Kingdom and were taking on lots of rogues. I ordered my men to attack and my wife went into our built-in panic room with the former queen, her mother, and our kids with two assigned bodyguards. The council was locked away in a protective building with their families and the hospital for our injured was heavily guarded. I rushed out in my armor along wi

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"