Hawks Wings Novels & Stories

His green eyes were glazed over as he stared at me, bracing himself against a small tree before staggering closer to me. I kept glancing up at the raven as she neared the few open glass panels above me, hoping Kaliden wouldn't spot her. Thankfully in his drunken state, I seemed to be the only thing in his sights as the raven tucked its wings against her body and shot through one of the openings, soaring up into the sky and vanishing from view.

“What do you think?” I glanced down at the screen. It was a Hawk with fierce, blazing red eyes that screamed chaos. Its frightening black shiny wings spread widely that could soar across the sky. The striking claws were long, black, sharp, and the curve pointed downward, promising hideous scars and excruciating pain to its prey. Amazing! “What do you think?” he asked again impatiently. I shifted my gaze to his slim face, finding him showing me his signature grin and gleaming brown eyes. “That’s good.”

Held on the only shelf that jutted out from the wall: Black, marbled, and with strong specks and streaks of grey through it. Taking her favourite wax with a pleasant, balmy type of scent, she began applying it to her wings. Reaching around to those awkward parts in the middle of her feathers. Extended her great wings and contracted them in awkward half and quarter folds until the bar was gone and both sides were coated. Now, she could enter one of the pools. Slipping off her black silk night gown she slipped her legs over the closest side and jumped in eagerly. Harpies didn't have to apply wax to their wings before bathing. Naturally, they secreted a protective coating anyway. The additional

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.