Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

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,

They felt like his hands, like something he'd been given without being asked, and maybe it was time he decided what to do with them himself. His wings shifted behind him. Six spans of midnight black, threaded through with silver fire that pulsed when he was unsettled. Right now the silver was burning bright. The darkness of his feathers seemed deeper than usual, like it was drinking in the light around him and refusing to give it back. Even his wings were done pretending.

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.

Her skin was cold, and her breathing faint, but it was the darkness in her eyes that terrified him the most. For the first time, something within him stirred—a deep, primal instinct. He had never unleashed his wings before, not fully, but now they sprang from his back with a force that shocked even him. The black wings unfurled, stretching wide, their edges glowing faintly with an unearthly light. He had never flown properly before, had never trusted himself to soar, but there was no time for doubt.