Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

She gradually extended her hand and brushed the feather of his wings. “They are…” “Beautiful, right?” He was so excited to show Evangeline her wings that he didn’t even let her finish. “Divine. I was going to say divine.” She met his gaze and smiled. He returned the smile and with a swish of wind the wings disappeared. “Though I have a problem. Every time I open them, they just make a hole on my shirts, like they are blades. Plus they look weird when they are packed. Any suggestion?” He questioned her, after taking a seat on the couch.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

It instantly evolved, as though there was a god ray erupting from within them. Behind her, a pair of huge flaming wings began to flap wildly. This pair of wings was made up of hundreds of long swords with terrifying flames. As they flapped, cracks could be seen clearly in the hollow. It was obvious that this pair of weapon wings was not only used to speed up and fly, but also to attack. Rumble! Behind her, explosive sounds began to ring out.

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."

But then I crashed into something solid and the air left my lungs. Confused and still feeling like I was flying, I kept my eyes closed while my hands pressed against whatever it was that I was now lying on. When I could breathe normally again I opened my eyes and looked around, realizing that I was indeed still flying, but not towards the ground. I was floating evenly across the sky, with my dress and hair dancing past me. I blinked away the dryness of the air hitting me and looked down, taking note of the deep black, scaly thing I was on.

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

She cupped her right breast, resting her head onto her shoulder as she murmured in her ear, “I always imagined his wings black.” “Black? Unconventional... His wings were made of feathers and wax…and wax is white.” She bit her bottom lips, preventing herself from moaning when the doctor observed, massaging her, “Wax is white. Feathers could be black. Don’t you think it’d make a good contrast to the sun above and sea beneath? But I don’t know. You’re the artist.” She began kissing her shoulder, now cupping both her breasts and when she brushed her palms over her nipples, she was delighted to find them hard and erected. She nibbled her shoulder, trapping the small pink peaks between her index a

Then her eyes landed on the familiar ingredients laid out. “Buffalo wings,” Ortensia said, her eyes widening. “I haven’t had those in years, Mom.” She turned and began washing the peppers, then put them into the blender, pressing the button and listening to the hum of the machine as it blended the spicy mixture. Her mother patted the wings dry with a clean towel, removing all the moisture. “Dry wings make the skin crispy,” she said with a soft smile. Ortensia nodded, still a bit distracted, but grateful for the moment. She handed over the small bowl of freshly blended pepper and salt.

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.