Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

Commander Tycus was quick on his feet to follow his master. But before they were even able to surround the prince, his wings that rested on his back like a cape suddenly protruded, opening to its full glory which made them backed away. Its leathery flaps shined when struck by the sun though it was pitched black, like an ever-glorious beast its tendrils stretched out, even more, doubling its size from before. Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings.

I can see her. Fumbling around the kitchen, her hair tendrils tucked behind her ears. She is making dinner. I see her so calm and peaceful, she has no idea what's about to happen. I mean she has no idea that it happened. She is cooking ladyfingers. I mean, of course, she is. Last night, she made poached eggs, which everybody knows I hate and the rest seems to like. Just the thought of poached eggs makes me nauseous. She is making up for that. I love ladyfingers. No one else does, I don't know a single person who likes them as much as I do.

I know for sure that she is going to flirt with omer without any shame and she always keeps her goods on display like I said she doesn't have any limits and displaying everything is one of them. She made her way to us walking like she is on a ramp adjusting her uniform's shirt or more like pulling it down. Determination in her eyes to flirt with her new prey. I hope and pray that omer doesn't fall for her flirtations. " How may I help you cutie," Veronica said winking at omer and ignoring my presence, wait cute? From which angle is he looking cute. She doesn't even know how to flirt. I am thankful that omer just ignored her remark and wink and started placing our order.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

I can't change the color, but I like the dark shimmery blue of my wings. I can shape it into spikes sharp-edged appendages to hurt and maim. And a trick I know is that I can separate my wings from my back temporarily. It hurts a little, but the stunts I can do by doing so are worth it. Like scaring Mike. He seriously thought my wings came off when I first tried this trick. His expression was priceless. Also, they're bulletproof. Not actually, but when the wings and bullet meet, the bullet is in for a surprise. Not to mention, somebody as klutz as me can use two extra hands, which my wings are more than willing to meet as a requirement.

Magnificent, long white wings with a golden undertone. How is this possible? Was this what caused the pain? It has to be. The wings were huge. They moved like I could move my hands. I stretched them and they hit the wall on one side and the other side expanded up to over seven feet. The part connected to my back was golden and then it slowly shaded into a pure white colour. They looked...heavenly. My hands reached out to touch them. Soft. So soft. They were the softest thing I had touched in my entire life.

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

But I couldn't help but take a quick look. He placed his shirt on the ground and I saw dark feathery wings slowly emerge from his back. I was mesmerized as the wings stretched out, wide open, and I was amazed at how big and beautiful they were. A single wing could be longer than my entire body, and the entire span of the wing was truly magnificent.

The face is flat like a numb with no eyes, and two rows of sharp canines. When it opens its mouth, it doesn't bark, just lets out a high pitched scream that matches a girl being murdered, or a yowling cat. At the sound of the scream, more pop up, and then out of nowhere, their wings sprout as they begint to take flight.