Fluttershy Wings Novels & Stories

when she opened her eyes,they where not the emerald green they just were. But that of a violet glowing light,the same one that radiated all over her body . A scream erupted from the females lips. A violet bolt of lightning hit the ground,As the powerful scream left her. Splitting the clearing bed five foot apart and 10 foot deep. The skin on her back was shredding open ,as large fusha purple wings came out of her back. They where beautifull,14 foot wide and fluffy. The hot fluid ,dribbled on her back.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.

There was children's laughter, the sound of propellers winding down, and the soft rustling of petals falling to the ground. The recording was still playing, and Zachary's hands started shaking.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin, and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. They seem to absorb what little light there is, and nothing shines off of them like their darkness overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

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

The other toddlers saw me, and they surrounded me after a few minutes, touching my wings. "My wings are colorful because of the four elements inside me. Usually, Fae wings only have one or two colors, and my wings fascinated all the toddlers. "They like your wings. " Calla said, sitting beside me. "Why don't you shift in your Lycan? " "I'm afraid I'll scare them. " "Prince Amir, watch out. " One of the Nanny screamed. Water came on my palm when I saw fire flying towards us, and giggling echoed around us.

It was like soothing a raging storm before it caused irreparable destruction. "That's why you saved her," Zephyr breathed in realization, "that's why you need to make sure she's okay." "Yeah," I admitted. "She's not a total lost cause you know," Zephyr stood with a huff and flexed his shoulders so his black feathered wings could take form on his back — his real wings and not some sort of illusion. They were shaped similarly to bat wings with sharp feathers at the ends that could be used as daggers and glinting horns at the arches, "you can help her if you're willing to."

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.

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.

and even then it was rare; perhaps it was because they were half human after all. Her green eyes and crooked smile had haunted my dreams for some time now. In those dreams I saw her, clothed in all black with her scythe fighting viciously. When I woke from those dreams my heart would be pounding in my chest, a light sheen of sweat with her name on my lips. I knew she felt it, the electricity that skittered between us constantly, especially if we touched. This was the last thing I wanted or needed, and it was clear she didn’t know what the feelings meant; just that they were there. I shoved my chair back and stood up, then taking my shirt off I exposed my wings and stretched them, gently rol