Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

she begged, her eyes rolling closed “E-Eagle.” Eagle looked to me, amused at Sylvia’s pitiful attempt to warn me of him. He simply walked to me and placed a dripping hand on top of my head. He had no mask like Stripes or Flame to hide his emotions. He smiled up at Sylvia, showing his bloodied mouth. His black jacket shielded the back of his neck with a flared collar but had glistening golden studs running down each front half; making him more noticeable in the dark. His dark grey jeans were distressed down the claves and were splattered with blood. The tops of his deep red boots had the same spikes ringing them as Flame’s. Fear clenched my gut when I glanced at the spotless, golden spikes be

I’m speechless. Without another thought, I move closer and appraise his face and wings. Kell simply stands there and lets me inspect him. Somehow I manage to snap out of my trance and extend my hand to touch his wings. Kell takes a hesitant step forward and whispers. “Are you okay, Amara?” I nod my head as I walk around him to get a better look at his Nephilim wings. They are beautiful with black and ash colored feathers. His expression is wary as he waits for me to react. Who can blame him? He took a great risk revealing himself to me. It must have been so hard for him to do.

The skin beneath that black ink was a normal tan, but his eyes blazed canine yellow. The light sidhe were both men. One was auburn-haired with skin like roasted chestnuts; darker even than Aideen. He had talon-tipped bird claws instead of hands and they flexed at his sides; the tips clicking together impatiently. Behind him, a pair of wings shivered; their tawny, topaz feathers ruffling with anticipation. My first thought wasn't one of admiration—although, they were pretty wings—it was one of confusion. How did he manage to get those wings in that little car?

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

He was powerful and just like them hard to fucking kill. One of Velex’s wings snapped as Zekiel drove him to the ground again and bit down hard just managing to get Velex’s arm. It wasn’t enough to trap him though, the bite went clean through and took his arm. Zekiel swallowed it and Velex leapt back in rage. Velex gripped the stump trying to stem the flow of hsi black blood. His back right to the entrance for the portals. Zekiel lowered his head and you could see the spines along his back ignite to an azul color just like his eyes. It was a deep crisp blue and the blue glow started in his mouth.

“It’s not that bad! You’re just a big baby.” “Can I see them? Your wings, I mean?” Alpha Jack asks and when I release them and shake them out, he stands up so fast his chair topples backward. “Holy shit,” he whispers. He walks over to me and reaches out like he is going to touch them. He pauses his hand mid-way and peaks around my side so he can see my face better. “Can I touch them?” I shrug and stretch my wings out so he can run his hands along them. “They’re so soft. Wow. We all thought you were beautiful before, but now you’re angelic.”

Their ebony skin and eyes of amber are bursting with their golden and reddish glittery wings. "HEAR YE! HEAR YE! LORD MARTIN IS COMING! ". Nano blew the huge wooden trumpet to call the Tikaluna tribe's attention. He stood in front of the river wearing the massive black leather wings with red streaks on them overlapping his whole body, this is his special clothing whenever Lord Martin is holding the tribe together.

Dominic is back on his feet watching with the most shocked expression on his face but then I feel my back start splitting in half and I scream again the pain the agony of my body being ripped in half is slowly breaking me. I feel myself become woozy from the blood loss and my eyes are burning, I feel the wetness dripping down my face and realise my nose is bleeding. With one final agonizing yell I feel my body lift off the ground still engulfed in flames but something comes shooting out from my shoulder blades and I feel my body become heavy, the blinding light in my eyes starts to fade and as I turn my head to see what exactly is weighing me I have to do a double take. I have massive wings,

My wings burst from my back—huge black wings with blue glowing edges. My eyes turned silver. My nails grew long, sharp like blades. Dark feathers fell from the sky. My Wereraven form—the true form I never wanted to show, finally awakened. The arena exploded with wind and shadow. Berra stumbled back, shouting, “Hold her down! HOLD HER DOWN!” Too late. I pulled on the chains. They snapped like paper. Spirit guards flew backward from the shockwave. The Seven District Alphas backed up in fear. District 4 Alpha whispered, “She… she is a demon bird!”

"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.