Gacha Wings Novels & Stories

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

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.

’ with her eyes to which he just shrugged his hands off in air, and gestured her to give it a try once again. She clinked her fingers once again, rolling her eyes, chanting a spell. But all she was left was with surprise and a loud gasp, audible enough to any bystanders in the corridor. There appeared fairy wings on Valor’s body, which were totally white in color and looked so angelic. The wings were flapping in and out, and fairy dust was getting scattered over here and there. He looked at her surprised, because he was trying to get them off, but wasn’t able to. He didn’t even think that Evanora was testing her magic like this, making his wings appear instantly and controlling them also.

I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind. Marissa placed the trophy in my hands, congratulating me on this new chapter of my life.

He’d chosen a good time to introduce her since nobody had started drinking yet and most of them at least looked human. “Everyone here calls me Wrath,” he said softly. “Okay.” She nodded her head. “You don’t have to try and remember everyone’s names, just look at their vests, names and ranks are patched on.” “That makes things easier,” she said and seemed to relax a little. Nitro walked toward him and they grabbed each other in an arm hug. “Hey, Wrath.” “Thanks for letting me bring her here,” Jake said. “Never a problem for you. Club’s going back on lockdown, so now’s a good time to keep her out of sight here.”

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

At that, Gwen tried to open her eyes to see what she was pointing at, but she was laden with fatigue. “What does it mean?” “As she got her powers thanks to the goddess of the dark, it’s no surprise that her wings would be dark. It’s to show a clear distinction between her and the people of the Enu realm. “Her wings though,” Tyron said, his voice weird. “They are medium sized.” “And so?” “People with this kind of wing are part of the middle class. It means she has the same powers as them. Would that come to affect her when she is fighting the supreme Lord?”