Onyx Wings Novels & Stories

Before the truth could whisper it’s way into the world, he cradled my face with one of his large hands and brought his lips down to my own. As I was swept away in his touch, in his love, I realized I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. Azrael and Orion returned with three creatures plucked from a fairytale, from a slew of mortal myths that were written off as fiction. They were horses with large, muscular bodies, but that wasn’t what had my jaw dropping. It was the wings sprouting from their backs. Soft, feathered wings that shimmered a million colors in the sunlight.

She cupped her right breast, resting her head onto her shoulder as she murmured in her ear, “I always imagined his wings black.” “Black? Unconventional... His wings were made of feathers and wax…and wax is white.” She bit her bottom lips, preventing herself from moaning when the doctor observed, massaging her, “Wax is white. Feathers could be black. Don’t you think it’d make a good contrast to the sun above and sea beneath? But I don’t know. You’re the artist.” She began kissing her shoulder, now cupping both her breasts and when she brushed her palms over her nipples, she was delighted to find them hard and erected. She nibbled her shoulder, trapping the small pink peaks between her index a

Each blade is illuminated by the gentle, pale glow of the wolf, his coat ever changing from the brightest white, to the deepest silver, like his own body has a tide. And his wings… good Goddess above, his wings. They cast a shadow over the clearing, and the rising sun paints them in pastel pink, gold, purple, and blue. He flares them, making their expanse rise over me, and I notice they’re shaped like a bat’s, but each spike is crested with glowing, translucent gems. And his eyes…. Just like in the book, they glow a pearly white and swirl with silver mist–seeing everything before him and things that are not.

The president of Wings Jewelry adjusted his microphone and began smoothly. "Our concept this year," he announced, "draws from our company's identity—Wings." He gestured toward the display. "A symbol of ascent. Freedom. Rebirth." The camera zoomed in on the centerpiece. The brooch. A phoenix motif. Not the exaggerated, flamboyant version often seen in commercial pieces. This one was restrained. Minimalistic. Its wings stretched outward in sharp geometric form. Feather details were carved with laser precision, yet the edges were hand-polished to soften the structure—creating a balance between cold engineering and artisanal warmth.

I couldn't wait to see his dragon and maybe teach him how to fly now that he had one. A few weeks after the park, Noah shifted for the first time. His dragon was slightly smaller than Elleanna's had been, but was an emerald green in color with black horns and a black arrow tipped tail. His wings were a shiny midnight black that looked similar to bat wings, but way longer. His eyes changed to an onyx color in dragon form, but they had sky blue specks all through them.

Xavier nodded. They stayed like that for a while enjoying each other’s presence. The queen’s beautiful wings sat nicely folded on her back, they looked so beautiful as the sun hit them bringing out all the pastel colors making them look like a rainbow. She had beautiful long and colorful wings that looked like they sprinkled gold dust at the ends making them glitter in the sun.

“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

(if you ask me, they looked like the eyes of a fly) The creature had long wings that resembled bat wings, but it had big claws in each fold of the wings. The creature extended its wings, hitting Brandon and causing him to fall on his back. Ricky tried to overpower the witch, but he was quicker. He turned, covering himself with his wings, and quickly struck Rickymeith with his claws, making Ricky grunt as he felt the sharp nails scratch him across his back.

But aside from all that, the most magnificent thing is the huge wings that spread behind him, filling the entire hall, and they’re not even at their fullest. The black bone that forms the structure shimmers like the darkest of nights, ribbing along the wing. The membrane is like a deep thick leather, with a velvety look. It is black but shimmers green, and the highest arch of the wing is rimmed with scales that only add beauty to the gorgeous wings before me. He pulls away from me, almost looking… defeated, and that terrifies me. I have never seen Agnarr look as destroyed as he does at this moment. There’s something in his eyes that looks… almost broken.

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin, and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. They seem to absorb what little light there is, and nothing shines off of them like their darkness overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.