Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

“Her wings…” Unlike regular queen bees with larger abdomens but functional wings, the mutated queen bee looked like a butterfly that had been hatched from its cocoon prematurely. It had a very swollen body with thin legs and small wings that would not hold its weight. Instead of flying around like the other glow bees, she crawled around on all six legs and wriggled like a warm on the ground.

I wonder what I'm going to see this time. “Wow,” I gasped as I instantly snatched the phone from his hand. I sat back in my seat to examine the picture more closely. On the screen, I could see myself, but my eyes were now pure and brilliant white. The usual white swirling circles that I'd got used to seeing when I felt like this, were now gone. I looked closer at the picture, and I could see the beautiful wings that had just embraced me. They were poking out above my shoulders and they came all the way down my back, the ends of them hanging off of the couch. They were bright white but slightly opaque in look, like frosted glass. They looked like they were made entirely of light. Damien sat d

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

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.

Almost immediately, he ducks as his height nearly collides with one of the lamps. Damn, Trevor Willis is sexy surrounded by garish colorful lights. That’s not something just any man could pull off. As I get closer, his stare fills me with something new. The butterfly wings in my tummy come to flight. It’s as if he’s lost sight of the rest of the world. It’s as if his entire being is standing and seeing only me. I hope I’m right because at that moment I feel the same way. The bright decorations could fall and the chandeliers could crash to the floor, and it wouldn’t matter because we’re seeing one another.

* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder. *Oh ok, let's go get coffee and breakfast,* I said, feeling famished, and she flew to my shoulder, holding onto my hair with her tiny hands, tucking her wings down behind her. She was like a Fairy Firefly, her tiny body, only three inches tall, she glowed bright blue, with eyes the same color as her wings, gold, like those of a dragonfly. When she fluttered, golden sparkles like glitter came from her body, making everyone around her feel happy and uplifted, with a hint of delight.

“ Katie Rose squeals, heading straight for the wings on her left. Arabella giggles, spinning to show off the wings they somehow managed to put on each other while I struggled with the right color strings and balloons. “Aren’t they pretty, mommy Nova?” “Yes, they do. Just like the ones you have at home.” ”Mommy, those are butterfly wings.“ Katie Rose slaps her head. ”And these are fairy wings.“ Arabella adds, both of them staring at me like my not knowing the difference between these pair of wings they have on are any different from the multiple ones they have in their closets. ”You're not still not getting them, you have more than thirty-“ ” Forty-one, each.“ Arabella corrects me.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

she clarified with a nod of her head toward me, "I've heard of the return of your wings. I want to see them for myself. If you don't mind." My lips curled upward and I gestured for Sylvain to give me some room. Once he had moved to stand next to Zora, I rolled my shoulders and set my wings free. They sprang from my back, unfurled and glorious as they caught the slices of sunlight spilling into the room. The ombre of gold blending into black shimmered blindingly when I shook out my features, allowing them to settle more comfortably. "Amazing," Zora whispered, awestruck at the sight. She closed the distance between us and held an open palm up, "may I?"

He crawled after her like a hungry wolf on the prowl as she moved back onto the mess of sheets above them. Emma’s reactive body pushed him to the brink of madness, and her hair. Oh, her hair! Just as he’d fantasized so many times. When she hovered above him, it brushed against his stomach and chest, sending shockwaves and tremors rippling across his skin. As he climaxed, Michael groaned in ecstasy and wings sprouted from his shoulder blades; large, snowy white, iridescent wings that reached from his shoulders down to his feet.