Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

While she carried her continuously threatening tone with him, she made no actual threat that was verbalised. Unfurling his wings and cowering into a ball within them, Ingram responded back nervously. Fumbling over some of his words as he spoke. "HE IS A WEREWOLF PRINCESS!! PLEASE- PRINCESS SEPHORA CALM YOURSELF!" His wings were an appropriate, navy which was almost black, colour for someone living in the Noble District. They were beginning to show that grey speckling in his feathers, a show of age among all harpy, but usually most noticeable on Ravens and darker feather Clan's first. Like that of Maven's but not quite as much yet.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! LOT OF LOVE AND BLESSINGS! WRITE A LIST OF THE STUFFS YOU WISH TO ACHIEVE! Before all pairs of anxious eyes, Ethan's suit split from behind two and two huge wings sprung from his back. Jack backed away flabbergasted. Ethan sat up screaming from the pain as everyone watch his bones snapped, he continued screaming like he was in hell. His white wings stood out with the edge of each feathers black. Hair grew out of his skin and his face changed, his eyes became even darker and his claws long, his canines even sharp.

this can’t be. Her eyes widened as she stared at mine. "Your eyes turned completely black for a moment," she said as she pointed at my eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and blinked a couple of times. I can feel her being uneasy. "Your black wings and black eyes symbolize evil, lady Geneva. Your pure white hair and pale skin symbolize your goodness." "Black wings?" I asked in confusion as I don’t have wings but she didn’t respond to my question. "We need to get your book before your powers grow stronger." Even if we get it, it might as well be useless. I don’t know how I can open the book. It’s almost indestructible!

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

Seeming to have trouble with her own seatbelt, Angel looked alarmed as he dropped down onto his knees before her and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. “If fucking you a second time is what it takes for me not to be a player, then I’d be happy to oblige,” he rumbled deep in his throat, offering her a gaze filled with desire. His fingers squeezed her knees, silently urging her to feel his sudden need to have her. His wolf instantly began to react to the way her knees squeezed against his sides, almost urging him between her legs. The beast was ready and raring to go, one step away from howling his desire for all to hear. It was a good thing they were miles up in the air and only the p

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

Greyson goes next, using the rope and following Celine’s guidance he gets down safely. Chick slips out of their jacket, and chucks their bag and jacket down to the bottom near Celine. They half-shift and glide down. Chick’s arms change into wings, feathers sprout from their skin, and their arms stretch longer and bend in different ways to make the wings work. They are a bright glossy blue colour with black spots down the edge, the undersides are mostly black, with some white near their shoulders. Once they’re down, they unshift their arms.

The kittens were chaos wrapped in fur. Perfect, tiny chaos, but chaos nonetheless. Mochi, for example, already fancied herself a tiny menace. All black, sleek as midnight, with claws that always seemed sharper than nature intended. She squirmed and hissed at shadows in her sleep, a tiny dictator of darkness. Goose. Poor, delusional Goose thought he was a tiger. Bold orange stripes, puffed chest, constantly crawling over his siblings like he was conquering uncharted territory, never mind that his eyes hadn’t even opened yet.

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught

"You'll regret it for every breath you take in your pathetic life." A devilish cackle erupted from Alessia as she unleashed her pent-up energy. Suddenly, her body contorted and twisted in defiance of natural laws. Her skin stretched, eyes widening with excitement. A manic laugh echoed as her once-pale wings, now a demonic black, burst from her back—enormous appendages casting city-engulfing shadows. But there was more. Her eyes shifted from pale blue to an eerie white. "Showtime," Alessia purred with a sly smile. "Cool wings aren't just your thing!"