Illyrian Wings Novels & Stories

He was the only one I could count on in this massive Levy Manor. When I passed Laura's room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I could hear voices inside—familiar and suggestive. "Elias, it must be tough for you, being stuck with that cripple Jean." "It's worth it if it makes you happy. So, the baby's five months already? Can I see?" "Sure. Just be careful. The baby likes a gentle person, doesn't it?" I slowly rolled my wheelchair closer and peeked through the crack. Laura was lying on the bed, her shirt lifted to show her rounded belly. She looked up at Elias shyly.

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.

I pull up my pants, and turn, looking at her over Pyralis’ shoulder. “Who are you?” he asks, the other guys take a stand on either side of Pyralis. “I’m Iris. Based on your earlier conversation, I’d say I’m the girl that you’re looking for.” She’s gorgeous. She’s shifted and I can tell that her two types of shifter have blended together. If I had to guess, I’d say Lycan and water dragon. She’s tall, muscular, covered in sapphire scales and has beautiful wings coming out of her back.

He said, chuckling when our little boy wrinkled his little nose. Then, stunning all of us, he opened his eyes and a soft sudden light surrounded his little body. It was a deep purple and pulsed like a heart beat as he blinked his eyes and looked at us. Showing everyone that his eyes weren’t a deep red like his father, but a bright amethyst like his mother. His Inner-Light then did something that I had never heard happen before. It rose up between Dorian and it, changing shape above our son while still staying connected to him. When the light stopped moving it revealed a small dragon with wings as long as our son's entire body. Those little wings flapped once before falling back and fading in

As she held tightly to Mobali's hand, her eyes locked on Aidan, who stood just a few feet away. "Okay then," Liliana replied with a cruel smile. She walked behind Kaerlia, gripping her wings with an iron grip. Kaerlia clung to Mobali as if he were her lifeline, squeezing her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. She screamed in agony as Liliana ruthlessly tore her wings from her back, the pain searing through her body.

Emerald being born on blood moon day is bestowed with superpowers which are way more enchanting than the entire werewolf clan like Hypnotizing anyone, except SCARLET LOZENGE for whom he is born . He has large 7 by 4 meters long mystical satin black wings that have light green and ocean blue patterns on them meant to protect his loved ones and the patterns on them are total 6 in number 3 on each wing , which shows his previous 6 lives that he had lead. Each pattern is like a word or letter that could be read only by his father because he only knows how to read the wing designs and patterns. The seventh magical pattern is not yet here and will start to appear only when Emerald will meet Sca

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.

Quinn looked up again, seeing one final explosion of black fire, and then one body fell to the ground. “I think we should move.”, Willow said, standing and walking away. Quinn saw why in time. There was another figure coming in fast, heading for the body on the floor. It streaked black flame, straight into the ground. It landed with a resounding boom, the shockwave flattening anything in the stadium’s radius. Míriel stepped out of the rubble, looking satisfied. “You sure showed her...” he trailed off, looking at her wings. He was pretty sure she had two wings before, what was the deal with the extra two? They retracted into her back as she walked towards him.