Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

Most importantly, the restaurant gave out a plate of mixed chicken wings with a fruit platter for free! The bottom of the plate was filled with dark green vegetables while the chicken wings shaped exquisitely, entangling one another. Rose petals were scattered on the plate, an exotic, rare sight to behold. An international chef with a white beard walked over and apologized to them fluently in English, “My deepest apologies, it was a misunderstanding from our end. This is the most special couple dish in Vineman. It’s called the Wings of Love, celebrating the everlasting love of a couple. I hope Sir and Madam have everlasting love.”

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

'Not a werewolf, but not a fairy either—we are something new, the mysterious guardian of this realm. I look over my shoulder to focus on my wings. 'Do these work?' 'Why don't you try them out?' 'Good point.' I flap my wings, lower my head and leap into the air, faster than a bullet with the speed of light and the wind supporting me. 'It's hard enjoying this when we are at far, but wow! Flying is fun!' I smile inwardly at my paws dangling in the air. 'And your wings are beautiful!' Finn chuckles. 'Thank you—I will take you for another spin someday.'

"Why are they missing now?" "I've put them away," Evil Moon said triumphantly. Then, with a flash of silver light on its back, six pairs of extremely beautiful white wings slowly materialized. It flapped them gracefully and said, "How about it? Aren't they beautiful? Hee hee, when I need to use them, I take them out. When I don't, I just put them away. That's so convenient, isn't it? You look surprised. Meow, haha, aren't my feathers so pretty? Let me tell you, there is absolutely no creature more beautiful than me in this world..."

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

They always hung out together. “Is this boring or are you already missing Jake?” Phoebe's giggle was followed by Stacey's smirk. “Hey!!! Amy what is this?” the next moment Stacey was yelling at my ears. For a moment I thought that she was pointing at some sought of insect on my shoulder. “What is it?” I roughly saw a mark on my shoulder. And when I looked back at Stacey her eyes widened with fear or surprise which I’m not sure. Phoebe was already scanning my shoulders.

So it's whatev. Upon seeing all the hickies covering me, some of my family wolf whistles! I blush, but Yuri just chuckled, continuing to completely remove the robe. When my tig' o bitties come out, Grammy exclaims, amused, "Gurl, you've got some big ol' cassava melons! I know why that man's hands be all over you now." She chuckled. I blush harder as Yuri conjured up images of Papi's hands and mouth on me! Yuri laughed, "Oh, his all everything be on us! Hands, lips, tongue-" 'Yuri?!' I whisper yelled at her but she just shrugs nonchalantly, 'What? I'm not not fibbing, it's true.' I sigh, 'Duh, I know that! I just feel like it's not needed right now, is all.' Her four thin, almost see through