Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

His hair lengthened as it darkened further, cascading down in thick strands that seemed to drink in the surrounding shadows. From the crown of his head, two magnificent horns curved upward, sharp, regal, and terrifying to behold and symbols of the being he had truly become. Then his wings appeared. Not one pair. Not two. But eight enormous pairs of wings erupted from his back, spreading outward with overwhelming force. Their feathers were the color of deep crimson blood, streaked with veins of black that ran through them like fractures in reality itself. At the very tips, the feathers shimmered faintly with traces of gold, remnants of the celestial glory he once carried before his fall.

Appearance: • Muscular, gritty build with an intimidating physical presence; 5’11” tall. • Sharp, aggressive features: a perpetually clenched jaw, eyes that burn through people, usually under a furrowed brow. • Buzzed hair, some stubble—never fully clean-shaven. • Always in dark, fitted clothes—leather jacket, boots, a chain; carries himself like he’s untouchable. • His voice is low, coarse, and threatening, even when “calm.” Name: Jackson Reyes Prefers to be called: Jax Age: 32

A shriek came out of her mouth which made Anna look behind to find Aura falling down. "Aura!" Anna panicked and screamed taking her name and jumped off without thinking of the consequence. Suddenly she felt a burning sensation on her back and soon two jet-black wings came out of her back. Each feather has the top part jet black with the hairs or fibers sticking out of the sides, while the end of the edge itself is blood red. Flipping the wings in the air she flies down and catches Aura before she falls into the river of fire.

“It’s about embracing him. But remember, your wolf is not the only thing you’ve inherited.” Zach stiffened, jaw clenched. “I know.” My brows furrowed. “What does she mean?” He didn’t answer. Not until the shadows rippled around him. It started in his back, like the skin itself couldn’t contain what was inside. Then, with a sound like tearing silk and cracking bone, two enormous black wings unfurled from his shoulder blades. I froze, my breath stolen from my chest. They weren’t soft, feathered wings like an angel’s. They were sleek, scaled like obsidian, each feather sharp and jagged, gleaming like blades under the moonlight. At the ends, the tips curved into deadly points, like swords waitin

“Yeah, Hawk he is really that bad. When Jenny found her there was a lot of evidence of abuse, various scars. He had been hurting her for a while. I didn’t know until after we had her placed originally, but Jenny was able to track down other medical records documenting his violence against her. He was careful and never took her to the same hospital twice. Like I said he is resourceful, and cunning. He runs a drug ring and operates as the head of the Devils Jesters. Obviously, he has dabble in other underground markets as well. I will have Whiz send over everything we have been able to dig up on him.” Hawk sighed heavily, and I knew I was asking for a lot. “June if anyone else had come to me w

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

He asked. “Yes.” I replied. As I watched the muscles on his back flex, I noticed that what I thought were scars were opening. Slowly his wings came out and extended all the way. They were breathe taking. Iridescent black like a Ravens. When he moved, even slightly the light would bounce off and a different color would reflect. Hues of blue and purple, even some deep reds. I reached out and touched them. They were softer than the pajama pants and warm, like a chick that had just dried off after hatching. And they were huge. Even fully extended they touched the ground and the peaks nearly touched my nine-foot ceilings. He brought them in close to his sides and turned around to face me. He took

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

“I love you no matter what. Show me your wings, aubade.” I changed to my demon form, bringing my wings out last. Aria froze. Confusion, concern, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re Reggie?” “What? What do you mean?” I questioned. “Those are Reggie’s wings!” “No. Reggie’s wings are white. Mine are black. These are my wings.” I insisted. She pointed accusingly at one of my wings. “That feather. The bent one. In the exact same spot as the bent feather on Reggie’s wings! I studied her wings every time I saw them. That one feather bothered me. They may be a different color, but those are Reggie’s wings!” She growled.

“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.