Rhysand Wings Novels & Stories

I was unsure if it would be towards him, or away. “Mate.” I heard her say. Her eyes lite up, her wings appearing from her back. The sight of her was blinding. Her blue dress shimmered as her wings stood tall behind her shoulders. Her wings began to grow longer. They were now brushing the back of her calf. Renard came walking over at light speed. He took her hand in his raising it in the air. His wings appeared mimicking Helga’s. There was a tornado of colors swirling around them. Her blue and his red, not blending together as mine and my men. The colors died down, accepting each other.

The sounds he made as he devoured me were wet, guttural, animal noises that vibrated through my most sensitive flesh. Then the air grew heavy, hot, stifling. I glanced down through my tears and saw—scales. Black, bronze, and gold, shimmering like metal in firelight, rippling across Rhydan's shoulders, his arms, his cheekbones. His eyes, when they flicked up to meet mine, held slit pupils, tight and predatory. And his tongue... It was giving me two sources of sensation, working in tandem—one circling my entrance, the other flicking ruthlessly against my bud.

He’d already had a bath. His hair was still a little damp, his thick fringe falling messily across his forehead. He wore a navy pajama set covered in tiny cars even though the sun hadn’t fully gone down yet, and one of his clogs was on properly while the other barely clung to his feet. Rhysand’s face, if he still believed dinosaur-shaped soap had feelings. He ran down two steps. “Walk.” He slowed down dramatically for exactly two steps, then started running again and crashed into my legs in a full-body hug.

I didn’t want to leave her side, but I knew Ramses was right. I leaped into the air letting my wings unfurl behind me. A dusting of rose gold flakes fell behind me along with pieces of my torn shirt, as I flew up and joined my brothers. All four of us surrounded this man, who I just now realized had sprouted wings made from flames.

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

With that, all of the dark beings that surrounded them took off their robes revealing familiar white armors that they have only seen on the battlefield during their first attack at one of the vanguard castles. Prince Alexander roared in response, the sounds of crunching bones followed as his back began to form huge lumps, after a few moments blood splattered out of it, releasing large dark black wings, it extended in such a manner that it almost seemed to look like huge glaring eyes stunning some of the enemies that were advancing. With one swift flap, the prince dashed forward, ramming several of the assailants. Limbs, heads, and other body parts came flying up into the air as his wings see

The ripple of fear and curiosity moved like a wave through the crowd. "My bad," Rhaenan said lazily, though the reluctance in his voice was obvious. He wove his fingers through the air, and his wings shimmered before disappearing, cloaked by his magic. Without them, he appeared human—except for his pointed ears, which still gave him away. Caelora, however, continued to draw more attention. Her ethereal beauty stood out against the drab surroundings, her skin almost light blue, like porcelain in the sunlight. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream or some ancient painting.

His scales were dull and dark, reflecting the darkening of his eyes. Rhae, he called into her mind. "Diavel, I'm sorry," she whispered, resting her hand on Diavel's head. I know, I can feel everything you do, remember? You're idea might work, ride with Ambrose and don't die, or I will. "What about your wings?" she stared over at the limp wing. It will be fine. Your friend is a good healer. Go now, before it's too late. "Ambrose, I need to fly with you. I have an idea" Rhae called, running over to Ambrose's Draekon and wiping her eyes.

Rocky yelled back at him. "Did you hear the prophecy?" Jaden asked and stare into his eyes. At the mention of prophecy, Rocky face fell. He had a sad expression on, and control the anger he was feeling inside. Jaden saw the look on his face and could tell that Rocky seems uncomfortable with what he just asked. Then he decided to get him angrier maybe, he will spill some things out. Jaden had a strong will that, Rocky could be the Tyrant Hybrid. "From your look, I guess you heard the prophecy. What do you think about the Tyrant Hybrid that was mentioned?" Jaden sat beside him and asks.

Aria had replied with a wide grin causing Sandra to scoff at her. "I know right? Look how cute my boy is" Frank lowered himself beside Daniel on the floor while Aria walked over to do same beside him too but that was after she threw Sandra a warning glare. What better way to mark her territory against the woman locking around like a demon from hell than to show her she was the angel of the house. Aria wasn't going to let that woman get away with whatever she was planning without a good fight. And not withstanding the sight for sore eyes before her, Sandra realized it was time to leave. Or better still retreat as she picked up her Denim hand bag before calling for her son.