Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

I float along the warm currents, relishing the feeling of the wind ruffling the feathers of my wings. “Is it like you remember?” She asks. I shake my head with a grin. “It’s better, so much better,” I say, looking at my new wings. They are huge, fluffy, and powerful. They look different though, rather than white feathers with black tips, they were simply marbled black and white with thick veins of gold. “I’ve never seen wings like those―they're absolutely gorgeous," she murmurs, her eyes filled with awe. “Glad you’re enjoying yourselves,” someone growls.

Their fathers would always hire a private jet, but this jet was a thing of beauty. The outer hull was stunning. Black monochrome covered the body. An outline of a wolf on a dune can be seen on the tail of the jet, while the word Shifter Dunes was written in both Arabic and English can be read on either side of the main body. The cockpit also looked like the head of a black wolf as the white outline was artistically painted. The inside? It was far better than any jets they had rented before.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

She saw something. From the eye of the storm, high above, a monstrous shape cut through the black clouds like a blade through silk. Lightning curled around his massive wings, veins of red power surging through the storm. The air bent around him, thick with pressure, thunder trembling beneath his flight. Ekreth. His body shimmered with obsidian scales, each crack glowing with molten heat. Smoke curled from his fanged maw as his eyes burned with furious intelligence. He hovered for a moment above the battlefield, wings beating with slow, terrifying grace. Rubble from the shattered castle clung to his back - until he gave a sharp twist midair, letting the debris rain down like shattered bones b

he winked flashing his perfect smile, “I have my reasons, anyways. Isn’t the land daddy dearest so desperately wants worth a blip in your timeline?” Such an arrogant asshole. He stood nearly six foot eight with his wings adding an additional foot to his height and an impressive width. His wings were the blackest black I’d ever seen, almost as if they were part of a void, but if they caught the moonlight, it glistened off of their boned structure. He had black eyes that could bleed into the white if he wanted to terrify you, which was quite often. The man belonged in a fucking museum to be honest, with his perfectly chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones. He wore tight black jeans, but no shir

says Bennet as the waitress goes and he turns back to me, "mind a few question from me?" "Shoot," I say. "So, about your wings," says Bennet as he gestures to my back, "why are they that color? And not like angels or demons." "I'd say it was because of genetics, but I really don't know," I reply. "When you said morph, earlier," continues Bennet, "what did that mean." "I meant that as how, when I imagine, say an eagle's wing, I can change the shape of that," I explain. "You can change the shape of your wing? That's incredible," says Bennet.

It had two pairs of wings on its back in total. "Meow, haha, it's very beautiful, isn't it? Are you envious and jealous?" Evil Moon proudly opened its new wings. They were not pure white, but as black as ink. There was very obscure and almost destructive power circulating between the pair of wings. "Did you try hard to nurture such a pair of black wings because you saw that the fowlman of the Feather Clan in the west had more wings than you?" Ding Hao was speechless.

The ancient warrior let out a single, distorted cry as his physical form was turned into a cloud of gray ash. The turbine station went silent. Dante fell to his knees, gasping for air, his tattoos dim. I stood in the center of the crater, my black leathers tattered, my wings slowly folding back into my skin. My eyes were no longer solid black. They were a swirling mixture of gold and obsidian, like a nebula trapped in a human skull. "Is... is it dead?" Jago asked, peeking over a barricade. "It’s gone," I said, my voice shaking.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

As Jett nodded his approval, the Beta retreated to his spot by the nearby tree. I could feel the heat of Jett's annoyance now as he stepped closer. Then he began, "I, Alpha Jett of the Night Storm, reject you-" A cold breeze zinged past us, brushing past my ear and stopping him in mid sentence. My eyes were quick to follow the sound only to find a thick, sharp object flying past. It drove into the tree right next to me. What happened next was like a movie. Jett dove for me all of a sudden, shielding me with his large body as another long dart-like object flew our way. I heard his jacket ripped before it landed beside us on the ground.