Illyrian Wings 소설 & 이야기

“These wings were made from the feathers of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix. Once refined and merged, you can use it by channeling your immortal essence. It can fly several hundred miles with a single flap and is an exceptional treasure for flight. Now...” Sirus introduced briefly and handed the wings to Andrius. “Farron, wear these wings and pursue those two. You’ll surely catch them. However, remember that the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix is of great importance. Its allure to other Immortals and the hatred from its kind can bring disaster to our family. “Thus, after you capture them, you must immediately sever your connection to the wings and erase any marks, let alone release any aura, to avoid dete

“It’s almost time.” My whole body felt like tattered rags. My face was wet from the open cuts, my shoulders ached from Salem’s tugging, and my stomach was open and empty. Worst of all, however, were my wings. Their thin black skeletons drooped from the back of my torso, pitiful strips of membrane still clinging to the framework. Cold hands grabbed my already-sore arms, hoisting me up to my feet. Mr. Cillian’s eyes swelled with glee. “Your friends are already out there waiting. Let’s go join them, shall we?”

Azian stalked towards Legion, his eyes a blazing fury of heated gold, his golden wings vertical as they trailed behind him, a wicked smirk forming on his lips as Legion watched his claw mark heal in a second like it was nothing. It was then he wondered what it was Azian was. Winged men don't heal that fast, and they don't have metal golden wings. He growled as Azian approached, Xeric completely taking over as his eyes turned pitch black his Lycan emerging. Azian lunged at him grabbing him, or it, it was a dog to him by the neck, lifting it up, his eyes a shimmering fury, a hunt that wouldn't end till blood was drawn. He flapped his wings and in a second they were up more than sixty feet into

This wasn’t something to hide. Cassian’s expression twisted. The shock on his face lasted only a second before anger replaced it. “Disgusting,” he spat. His gaze raked across the wings behind me. “Look at them.” His voice filled with open hatred. “Black.” The word sounded like an accusation. “Those aren’t angel wings.” He stepped closer, his eyes blazing. “They’re wrong.” His lip curled in disgust. “You’re a creature.” Lilliana recovered enough to point at me.

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

Her wings are not like angels' wings, she has jet-black wings, Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. What kind of wings is this? I have never heard of anything like that. But her wings are similar to mine, just the colours are different. I heard people gasping. But before I could attack her teacher yelled from down. "Liam, stop this right away. Otherwise, I have to punish you. You can't use this now."

Knowing that his beast could not survive without it's mate, he released a great roar that caused the castle walls to completely collapse upon them as he died. Sheiria is my own creation and is pronounced She-ray-a Erwan is Celtic for dragon and is pronounced Er-wan, like you would pronounce Obi-Won Tine is Celtic for Fire and Is pronounced like time with an n

Her eyes, they shine with a crisp silver glow, captivating and illuminating the surrounding space. I can’t help but envy her perfect complexion, stressing her exquisite facial features. It’s clear that she is the divine offspring of God, the creator of all things, and Selene, the creator of all shifters. But what steals my breath away are her wings, almost translucent yet radiating with neon hues. They span several yards in each direction, reaching above her head and cascading down to her ankles, a mesmerizing sight that leaves me in awe.

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.

"Maybe I will have to kill you, I will have my way and I will have her and there will be nothing you do about that!" "I dare you to try renard." Liam fumed. Renard lifted his sword and charged at Liam with all fury. Both their wings shot out with powerful force, propelling them forward towards each other even faster, Liam's wings burning with a bright, hot white light, powerfully and beautifully while Renard's wings were charred looking, partially deformed and not in any way radiant but he had an advantage, at the top joint of his wings, claws had grown and he used that also to attack Liam.