Fluttershy Wings Novels & Stories

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?”

I moved my right hand to her waist then slid my arm around her waist and held her tight. I deepened the kiss and thought loudly to her, "hold me tighter." Her arms wrapped around my neck tighter. Letting me know she heard me. I smiled knowing she can finally hear me. I focused on my light as my tongue moved with hers and I felt it... My wings. I pushed them back and felt them materialize. I push them outward feeling my wings spread and open up. It felt so good to spread my wings. They're white, they slightly glow and they're soft.

I try to reach her outstretched hand before it turns into a wing. Her small body grows into a black dragon with feathers on her head and on the edge of her wings. Her talons are golden and so are her sharp teeth. She roars that sounds like a shriek. She is beautiful. My paws try to reach her before she hits the water. Her wings flap hovering just above the water before she flies up and past me. I turn and try to catch her.

Isla, she was a tall slender fae short hair that was nearly shaved against her head. Her eyes reminded me of Helix’s as they bulged slightly from her face. Her wings were her prominent feature. It was the first time I saw the typical fae wings. They looked like they were made of stained glass catching every light possible to cast their color on any surface they could. Slightly transparent but just enough to show a delicate softer intention. She flapped them so silently even the air currents around her weren’t disturbed as she hovered to place a few books up high on some shelves.

I landed on my feet, unscathed because a little rock and air couldn't hurt me. With a roll of his shoulders, Zephyr let out his wings — his real wings without the illusion concealing them. They were gigantic, if unfurled it could probably be more than six feet. The feathers coating his bat-shaped wings looked to be made of sharp crystals and the two horns at the tips glistened with sliver. "I understand that you are angry and that this is your family but I am not the one you should be taking your anger out on," Zephyr yelled, but I didn't care to listen to his words.

She exclaimed "You see everything about us is wonderful" "But why do you call it Fairy Wings?" Pradai asked, and in that moment, a few colorful birds, that she had never seen before, came all around her, their wings were like that of a dragon ball and their eyes were beautiful and shiny, and they glitter. One pecked on her hand. "Oh. I think I know why now" she said, considering the birds all around her. "You think? Just wait and see" Kar said, as he took some steps backwards, and jumped off the cliff

Odin shouted out as he pointed behind me. I pulled away from Traian and walked over to the floor-length mirror. My eyes were jet black with gray swirling vortex instead of white, and it looked as if I had storm clouds circling my pupil. I turned to the side slightly and saw my new wings, they were stunning, not their usual white opaque sort of look, no, now they were a dark ash gray with a blue, green and purple sheen, like on a magpies wings. They were a lot larger than before and much more magnificent.

Her wings were huge, ethereal, angelic white wings that unfurled from her back with a crack of raw power. They shimmered like moonlight woven into feathers, each one tipped with a soft glow that burned like fire. She rose into the air, her eyes glowing silver, and for one breathless moment— She was divine. Then she moved. Faster than anything I’d ever seen. She spun through the air, her twin daggers glowing with power as she sliced through the horde. One, two, five, ten—creatures burst into ash with every elegant strike. Her wings swept out, cutting through a dozen more like a blade of light and wind.

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.

But I take a few calming deep breaths to level myself out. He smirks while waiting patiently for me. I smile warmly, “Thank you kindly for waiting. You’re very overwhelming to be around when you’re angry.” I gave a small chuckle reaching for his wings. “Do you mind?” “I don’t.” I smile while caressing the strange blue flesh lightly between my fingers. He shivers again, his eyes shut and I see his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. So responsive... I hold one of his talons in my hand. It's black, heavy and sharp. “You know, I have wings too. They’re just translucent and they allow me to float. But not fly. I’d love to fly...” I trail off feeling a bit down. Because I really would love to fly somed