Fluttershy Wings Novels & Stories

They really feel like the flutter of butterfly wings and their tiny little feet. I laugh quietly. It’s friggin adorable. It suddenly stops and seems to stare directly at me. It opens and closes its wings, the blue in them glowing in the sun. “It likes you,” Winter breathes, her voice full of awe. She leans in closer to me, seemingly unaware of the other winged creatures fluttering all over her. I counted at least six, not including the one she just passed over. There’s the sudden sound of a shutter and I glance up in the direction it came from. Winter has her phone out and is snapping pictures.

'Oh my gosh, she is so my hero! Another girl gushed, and I turned to look out of the windows again. My mouth dropped open in astonishment. My tiny, vulnerable little mate looks stunning. She is dressed in all white, her beautiful, silvery hair swirling around her, and she has the most beautiful, snowy, white wings. 'What?' I do a double-take in shock. 'Dakota has wings?' My Betas gasp and turn to look at me. 'Did you know she had wings?'

Like me, she was also ashamed of the mess that she caused and of the failure she brought to me. "Hey," I whispered gently, taking tentative steps towards her. The air in the room felt heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. My fingers brushed against her angelic, white wings, but she gracefully moved them away from my touch. Her feathers, usually a symbol of purity, now seemed to bear the weight of shame and regret. Though she remained silent, her eyes spoke volumes, reflecting a deep sorrow that echoed through the room.

An intricately fashioned crown of what appeared to be woven stardust glittered atop her head with a radiance that put the finest jewels to shame. Her eyes that were once a piercing shade of blue, now shone with a brilliant silver luminance that was almost blinding to look at directly. Most striking of all were the pair of enormous, feathered white wings that unfurled in a sweeping arc from her back, emanating an aura of pure, divine power.

the Primal voice inside me roared. Pain exploded between my shoulder blades—a searing, tearing heat that made me scream into the wind. But the scream wasn't one of agony; it was a battle cry. From my back, two massive structures erupted. They weren't feathered like a bird’s or leathery like a bat’s. They were wings made of obsidian thorns and shimmering violet light. Every "feather" was a razor-sharp leaf forged from Malachi’s shadows and my own life force.

Felicity had been pampered and spoiled ever since her birth. No one had ever raised their voice at her, let alone shouted at her. Overwhelmed with rage, Felicity charged at Jason and tried to scratch his face with her long nails! Jason naturally would not let her mess with him. He reached out and shoved her to the ground. "Guards! Escort Ms. Shaw out!" "Jason Hough!" The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing her hysterical screams outside.

Light exploded from my body, blinding white and pure gold mixing together in waves of power that made the air itself sing. Mom's hand found mine as wings of light spread from my shoulders, filling the tiny cell with their radiance. Time to fly. The wings weren't like anything I'd seen before. Not feathered like traditional angel wings. Not bat-like, like demon wings. These were pure energy, translucent and opalescent, shifting between gold and white with every pulse of power. “Impossible,” Azrael's voice came through the door again. “The dampening fields…” My power answered him, shattering every suppression device built into the walls. Pieces of tech rained down around us as the wings grew s

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder. *Oh ok, let's go get coffee and breakfast,* I said, feeling famished, and she flew to my shoulder, holding onto my hair with her tiny hands, tucking her wings down behind her. She was like a Fairy Firefly, her tiny body, only three inches tall, she glowed bright white, with eyes the same color as her wings, gold, like those of a dragonfly. When she fluttered, golden sparkles like glitter came from her body, making everyone around her feel happy and uplifted, with a hint of delight.

I answered Whiz truthfully. “That poses a few different problems for us June bug. The first being I can’t change her identity again without changing her appearance completely. We had Clara cut and style her hair differently but due to the pregnancy we couldn’t dye it and that red hair of hers is hard to hide. Secondly without a new picture to go with her new appearance creating new documentation is completely out of the picture. For now, she is stuck being Ophelia which means we need to find somewhere even more remote than Mentone.” Whiz sighed deeply before continuing on. “I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know t