Fluffy Wings Novels & Stories

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.

I asked. “Yea. Don’t pull a feather out.” Aria warned me. “I won’t, geez.” I said and reached out to touch the one closest to me. I stopped right before I did. “Are they sharp? That one looks sharp.” “Huh? Oh yea, hold on.” Aria said and the one I was about to touch pulled up and vanished. “Whoa, where did it go?” I asked stunned. “They are retractable like my wings. Those ones are sharp. But these ones are fluffy and soft.” Aria explained.

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

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

I started tentatively, brushing my fingers against the soft makes of his wing and then I caressed them boldly and they flapped like they were happy to be coddled and I giggled at their antics, were they flapping on their own or it was Orian's doing? "What else can they do?" I grinned with glee and he asked me to turn around. I returned to my original position of sitting next to him waiting impatiently for what was to happen next and then I felt it. His right wing was flexible, it curled around me, wrapping around my front like a drape and I squealed. And then it moved, stroking against me like it were actually fingers, "It tickles." I burst out laughing and he increased the pace of the wing'

But the moment Clara looked down and was ready to grieve, her tears froze into solid ice. It seemed like her ticket to freedom didn’t go down the drain. There he was, alive and in one piece, grinning like a maniac. A strong gust of air blew Clara’s hair in all directions as a pair of wings fluttered on his back. They were broad and plush and three times the size of his body. Feathery, with softly scalloped edges, and with just a hint of the palest blue around the tips. Clara noticed them beating very lightly.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

“It’s different. I can’t actually fly; I don’t have wings. Jumping from high up and landing safely doesn’t count as flying, right?” “Oh,” she murmured, realization dawning on her. “Yeah.” “Whatever,” she muttered, whipping her gaze forward and walking away again. “Are you disappointed? Do you like a guy with wings?” I matched her stride, leaning into her line of sight. “What if I do?” She stopped for a moment and said with a raised eyebrow, playful yet skeptical at the same time. “I guess I should get some wings, then.” “Ridiculous.” “But wings would look good on me, don’t you think, Mrs. Flynn?”