Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

- Wait until you will see your wings. Kaitlyn turned around and glared at him. - You are not helping me here. - The witch hissed while Demetria freed herself and spun around, checking what her uncle was talking about. She gasped at the sight of two massive dragon wings on her back. It seemed to be too much for her, and the girl dropped to her knees. Demetria tried to cover her face with her hands, but she glanced at the blue fire and stopped herself from doing it.

The sleek black fur of his wolf coat shimmered in the moonlight. From the shoulders of his majestic black wolf, ethereal wings began to sprout, emerging swiftly like a secret whispered by the night itself. The wings extended with a captivating poise, their span expanding to match the grandeur of Wade’s form, the black feathers glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Astrid stood there, her eyes widening in sheer amazement, her jaw dropping involuntarily as she beheld the extraordinary metamorphosis taking place before her. Wow, she never knew he could fly!

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

Her hands held my hand, trying to stop me as I choked her effortlessly. “This is not fun,” I said and threw her to the wall. She spilled blood to the floor as she panted. Her hair almost covered her face. I looked at my wings in awe. It was colored maroon but tainted with black like charcoal. Its feathers were like spikes, like a tiger’s fangs. And it could put six men unconscious in a flap. “I want to make her taste torture in my ways,” I said. I took a step closer. But then she pointed her hand at Kylo and manipulated her body like a puppet.

Instead, I place it in my pocket and walk out of the room. Slamming my bedroom door behind me, I run my fingers through my hair and pace around the room. My wings strain behind my back, desperate to come out. Removing my shirt, I walk over to the mirror and inspect my back. My tattooed wings glow and strain. I flex my back as the tattoo begins to vibrate until my wings retract. I strain my neck with relief as they flex and flutter. I hate keeping my wings hidden because it can be very painful. I guess the best way to describe it is that it feels like a stretch after a long day of sitting in one position. My wings flair, stirring the air around me. I don’t have tiny cherub wings. No, my wings

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.

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.

Odin shouted out as he pointed behind me. I pulled away from Traian and walked over to the floor-length mirror. My eyes were jet black with gray swirling vortex instead of white, and it looked as if I had storm clouds circling my pupil. I turned to the side slightly and saw my new wings, they were stunning, not their usual white opaque sort of look, no, now they were a dark ash gray with a blue, green and purple sheen, like on a magpies wings. They were a lot larger than before and much more magnificent.

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

When his eyes passed over Aria's designs, a flash of appreciation appeared. "The 'Wings' clothing design series is quite impressive. Black, white, and red are the main color scheme, with low-saturation gray tones serving as transitional elements. This series doesn't need to be worn by models to convey its essence. "The first design resembles a child's wings, predominantly white and light blue with warm tones for rendering. It clearly symbolizes something naive yet dreamlike, as the wings are imagined. All beauty is concentrated in this gown, which explains the somewhat excessive pleats in the skirt. In reality, this dress wouldn't be cumbersome to wear—it would retain a sense of innocence.