Firefly Wings Novels & Stories

He says it's girlish— thus not a good nickname for a hot Frenchman like him. "You know you can't call me that, Aurora." He stood beside me as I resumed jumping in order to catch that little dragon with transparent wings. Not a dozen or two, they were in hundreds. Thousands… maybe. With eyes colourful as a prism, glowed whenever a dragonfly stopped across my face as if to analyze me before it soared higher, out of my reach. Their thinner body seemed like a black needle attached to a dancing prism shaped as a circle whereas their transparent symmetrical wings looked like the outer surface of the glass of a transparent window during rain due to the intricate distribution of black thinnest veins

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

Their magnificent expanse easily eclipsed twenty feet across as they stretched to their full, imposing span with a bone-rattling flare. But it wasn't simply the sheer size of the wings themselves that left the observers gaping in stunned awe and shock. No, as the plumage fanned outward, it trailed ethereal tongues of searing amber flames that licked hungrily along the edges of each feather in a blazing, fiery halo. The air surrounding Enzo shimmered and distorted with the burning waves radiating from his newly manifested limbs, momentarily obscuring their view of him through a rippling mirage until the inferno subsided.

I grew up alongside Arthur Stevenson, who eventually became the Lord Chancellor. However, on the day of the royal physician selection, he disqualified me on the grounds that I had spilled a small amount of medicinal residue. Instead, he chose my younger stepsister. When I asked him why, he looked completely unconcerned. "Your sister wants the position, so what's the harm in a loving older sister stepping aside? A proper lady shouldn't be so jealous and willful. Consider today a small lesson for you." What he didn't realize was that if I couldn't enter the castle as a resident physician, I would be forced to enter as a royal mistress to the tyrannical King. Later on, word reached me that

The scale of him forced the eye to adjust, to recalibrate what counted as a threat, what counted as a weapon. His wings unfurled behind him. Not in a single, theatrical sweep, but in a measured expansion that claimed the space as its own, the membranes stretching outward in layered arcs, catching the rising heat and bending it to his will. The edges burned in deep, smouldering crimson, not bright but dense, like coals banked beneath ancient ash, pulsing in time with the fire beneath his skin. Drifting ash caught along their span, then burned away in curling wisps, leaving no mark. These were not the wings of any bird. They were banners torn from an infernal altar and set ablaze. That fire wa

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

Theo's voice was filled with fascination as he gazed out the window, imagining the twinkling lights of fireflies in the darkness. "Ah, fireflies light up as a way to communicate with each other, Theo," Teacher Mike explained. "They use bioluminescence, a chemical reaction in their bodies, to produce light. Each flash of light is like a secret code that helps them find mates and warn off predators in the dark." Theo's eyes widened with amazement at the thought of fireflies communicating through light. His mind raced with new questions, each one sparking a sense of wonder and curiosity that drove his thirst for knowledge.

Its looked more like a flame and it was moving. "A phoenix bird," the Prince Phoenix beside me muttered. I never thought I would actually get to see one of these. They were very rare. Sensing my interest, the he slowed the car as we passed by. Only then I knew why the flame was moving, the gigantic bird was flapping its wings. The phoenix's skin and feathers were all vibrant colors. It's body was almost all yellow. Its wings were yellow, orange, red and darker red. It was a magical sight. Its eyes were blue. Sapphire blue. Once again, the breathtaking creature spread out its wings and flew up to the sky in the matter of seconds. This time the flames on its wings spread throughout its entire

Soheila said as she put her hands on her soft cheeks. “Why would it be here though?” Luna asked, “Did something happened to the Firebird?” “It's a girl.” Soheila all of a sudden talked. “How did you know?” Zachary asked. His handsome face was looking at Soheila with a confused look. “I saw her long eyelashes,” Soheila answered. That's right, in a book, the female one had long eyelashes in a size of 40 inches since a Gigantic Firebird is a huge base on its name. A male one's color is darker, and the eyelashes would be 20 inches only.

Gaia scoffed. I was finally able to look at my wings in full detail. From my back and the top of my wings were scales, they were a light green gold color. From there the green faded into pure gold feathers and they faded from yellow gold to white at the tips. I extended them and they were about eight foot high and twelve foot wide. They were as soft as Emerial’s but sharp at the edges. I cut my finger on one and it healed instantly.