Onyx Wings Novels & Stories

As he lays there not moving I saw two of his muscular goons come quickly to his side. As one stands watch, the other shifts. Before me stands the most magnificent creature I have ever witnessed. As he unfurls his wings he stands more than seven feet tall. His wings are an electric blue that deepens to saphire as the color travels down his body. His scales are in shades of indigo and deep violet. He is breathtaking. The muscle bound creature picks up the fallen leader, lets out a terryifing screech, and takes to the skies. In an instant he is gone from sight.

Xiao Qin immediately transmitted a voice message to everyone. Caspian gathered his eyesight and looked over. When the pair of wings was flying at a high speed, the whole body was wrapped in a pale gray light. At this time, when they stopped, everyone saw clearly that the wings were of the same color. Half of it was golden and the other half was silver-white. On the wings, there were a total of six cultivators. They were also divided into two halves and stood on both sides of the wings. On the golden side, there was a pattern of a blazing sun behind the robes.

He holds it open and looks at me expectantly. I chew on the inside of my cheek. I push down my worries with a deep breath and limp into the connected room. Three pairs of wings are on display, but not like the others. These ones are clean and beneath each stands a table. The first set of wings are black and silver. And on the table is a gleaming silver sword. The second set of wings are snow white. A beautifully strange dagger lies on the table, its curved blade engraved with delicate designs and its hilt encrusted with precious stones.

However, if she did have them and they made her happy then I would be happy for her. Minutes passed by and then finally they emerged behind her; exactly as I remembered them. They were large; far bigger than her and she held them awkwardly so the tips wouldn't touch the ground. Unfurled, they were more than six feet long; its shape resembling more of a light angel's wings. It looked very similar to mine except in a different color. Her eyelids peeled open, revealing her obsidian eyes, and once again all I could sense was a wave of hostility and ruthlessness coming off her. I didn't mention it though because the beaming smile on her face let me know that she loved having her wings.

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

He moved it from one side to the other, making sounds that seemed to be moans. Slowly he climbed higher and higher flapping his wings. Taryn watched, on the ground, the dragon covered in blood-red scales with gold hues, on her head the black horns, scarlet and golden wings flapping furiously as the dragon returned to the sky, moving away from them.

In brilliant shades of electric blue and iridescent green, their scintillating wings compete with the sparkle of the water for beauty and attention. As he peers to see what holds her so spellbound, she points in close to where a brown-shelled monster is rising out of the water, climbing up a reed. Only a couple of inches long, it is a monster nonetheless. Then she points again to another, and another. Some are only just escaping their watery haven. Others have settled higher up the stems. Yet others have split open at the back of their ugly casing and something is squeezing its way out. And, in one or two places, can be seen the escaped occupants sitting drying in the sunshine, their sheath

says Ayla. Ayla immediately pounces on Nico and licks his face, making everyone laugh. Nico appears shocked. “What’s wrong Nico,” I ask through the mind link. “Uhh…Ahsoka your wolf is white as snow with ice blue markings in the shape of angel wings.” “I…… what?” Ayla turns to look at her back and sure enough there are wings marked into her fur. Suddenly the wings lift from our fur and extend outward. It seems they are actual wings to use like we are a damn pegasus.

It was soft and warm, like fur. They opened their eyes to find themselves on the back of a magnificent wolf. But this was no ordinary wolf. It had wings, beautiful wings that shimmered in the sunlight like the moon. The wolf's fur was a thick, silky coat of gray and white, and its eyes shone like gold in the sunlight. Its wings were feathered, with a delicate pattern of black and gray that seemed to shift and shimmer as they moved. Orion and Selene gasped in amazement, hardly believing their eyes. They were being carried by a winged wolf, soaring through the air with the wind rushing past them.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.