Jet-black Wings Novels & Stories

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.

I screamed, the sound tearing the lining of my throat until the silver-grey blood began to mix with the rain on my chin. The Alpha didn't use his wings because the real-world gravity wouldn't let the air carry his iron mass. Instead, he used the momentum of his own weight, his charcoal-black body lunging forward like a locomotive that had jumped the tracks. His shoulder hit the chest of the lead enforcer with a dull, wet crunch that sounded like a hammer hitting a sack of raw salt. The man didn't fly backward; his cybernetic chassis collapsed inward, the silver plating along his jaw snapping out of the bone as Dante’s iron fingers closed around the barrel of his anti-material rifle.

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.

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."

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.

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