Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

No one could do it for her. The same weekend, I went to meet Uncle Peter. He happened to be washing his car. He had been driving the Volkswagen Santana for nine years. There was a long scratch on the rear bumper. He had changed the passenger seat cover thrice, and the steering wheel was sparkling. He was wiping the rearview mirror with a cloth and didn't even look up. "Ethan, I have something to tell you." "Go ahead." "I gave this young man a ride yesterday. He said he was going to take the pilot licensing exam at the Federal Aviation Administration."

Sprawling, imposing and obnoxiously sleek in its gloss black finish, it looked like a billionaire’s Batmobile with wings. But the jet wasn’t just black. Oh no, that’d be too simple for that demon. The engines gleamed with gold accents, like they were dipped in liquid wealth. Erebus, the jet’s name, was written in deep royal blue script across the side, the letters so elegant, they practically curtsied as I read them. The stairs were already unfolded, lined with what looked suspiciously like velvet carpeting. Because of course, even the stairs had to be extra.

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

However, this time, to Asher's surprise Jared's back sprouted jet Black bat-like wings as it flapped against the wind in the sky. "I...Impossible!" He gaped in awe and disbelief at the winged creature in the sky. How was this possible?, how could a lycan possess magic and wings?, with this, he was quite certain Jared wasn't a lycan as he many believed. Conjuring a trident, Jared launched it at the witch. The trident spun in front of him so fast it looked like a silver disc. The disc glowed with energy, more intense each second until a bright beam of golden light shout out of it in Asher's direction. He manifested a magic shield, the gleaming dragon scales on it soaked up the magical blast th

Beside me, Luke stiffened with his silver eyes burning with hatred and rage. "The bitch goes down tonight" he growled, his hair turning silver. His wings made appearance and his silver eyes burned as bright as ever. I closed my eyes, feeling the energy in the air. When I opened my eyes, my black hair had turned golden, my eyes glowing so brightly. My gold and black wings, stretching out behind me. I flew upwards, my wings beating the air lightly.The other warriors followed suit. Amyra launched herself into the air with Ric beside her. They both had marching silver hair and crimson eyes. Beside me, Luke growled.

I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious obsidian tips. They were remarkable. In one strong swop of her razor-sharp wings, she cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from the ground and took off in the air following the sounds of the cries. Even in her dream, her wings were remarkable; watching as she flew toward the flames, a cunning grin crawled across my lips; at the centre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as c

I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin. "Fly, Bella. Keep striving to unfurl your wings. They are nearly free. They are exquisite - a deep cerulean and purple with intricate gold patterns. They are tailor-made for you. The wings of a queen," she praised, though I could hardly register her words amidst the excruciating torment I was enduring. My back arched and then dropped as a sob escaped my lips. Ara knelt beside me, gently massaging my back in an attempt to coax my wings to emerge.

The next day, Shettima suggested they enter the small town at the feet of the plateau to gather information and news, he was curious about how the public had reacted to the recent events. Shango reluctantly agreed but not without teaching them how to glamour their wings. “Your wings are residual magic’s; imitating the rooster wings I conjured on my person during my captivity, in mockery of my genes as the men in long white coats would say, unlike mine it cannot simply be removed with a wave of hand because it has been imbued in you since birth, but still they are made entirely of hardened lightening, and can be temporarily dispersed like ozone matter if you concentrate enough.’’

Everyone saw that the Dodge Tomahawk's posture was slowly changing. It stood where it was, leaning slightly, but it had never taken its eyes off Spider Queen, as if it were ready to attack. And just behind the handsome silver-white robot, a pair of massive, beautiful angel-like robotic wings that were made of an unknown material slowly unfolded. As they expanded, all the surrounding spider silks were ruthlessly severed, and an ice-blue light flowed on the wings, looking extremely beautiful.