Rhysand Wings Novels & Stories

Avizandria. Her twisted black horns rise like a war crown from her skull, spiraling backwards, and her slanty beautiful eyes are burning red. Her slick scales shine in deep ruby red, glinting like garnets dipped in fresh blood, and her large wings fold back slowly as heat radiates from her in thick waves. Steam rises from her snout. Her talons scratch and dig into the earth. She is beautiful. Terrifying. “Zandria is bonded to me,” Azraelyrs reveals, his voice trailing quietly into my thoughts. “She has been with me since I was a child.”

With Kaelan blocking him, Gaston and Edmund easily joined forces to kill Makhaylus. Kass had the will but not the power, and there was nothing he could do. Arya looked up to the sky and let out a piercing shriek. The angel wings on her back instantly spread to their absolute limit. Tears streamed down her sacred, perfect face. "Makhaylus, Lysander… I failed you. Forgive me!" After extreme grief came an explosion of extreme rage and hatred, and Arya's pure white wings rapidly turned black. Ragnar and Jorge's expressions changed dramatically. With a simultaneous roar, they struck, and the world itself seemed to heave. Dark energy erupted, swallowing everything in its path.

Claws crept out of his fingers while his face became darkened as he levitated. "I see you now got my wings too, now, let me show you mine!" Rio replied while his eyes had a combination of red and blue, a weird fire burned round his back while his clothes burned off and dropped on the ground as Red-Blue wings retracted out from his back and flapped fiercely, a combination of Rio's wings and Sathanas wings while they flapped fiercely. Claws also crept out of his fingers while his hair caught off in flames, a tattoo on his neck as both brothers stared at each others, both levitating on the air.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Rhys shows us to the middle of Draig’s back, to his shoulder blades between his wings where the spines start that run along his entire length of his spine. “Careful, his scales are sharp if you rub them the wrong way,” Rhys warns, as I look down at the beautiful black scales that are tipped with gold. “Thank you, Rhys, this is new for all of us.” I lean against one of Draig’s center spines, as Eya and Ryder sit beside me with Anarchy and Aiden cradled in their arms.

The idea of dressing herself without Gelda’s help still felt strange, and a flicker of sadness gnawed at her as she recalled her old routine. The wind whipped her high ponytail, sending silvery curls streaming over Rhyzar’s broad shoulder. His enormous wings spread behind him, even larger than she remembered, changing color in the dying light—first a muted charcoal, then a bloodred hue as evening settled. The relentless chill of the wind was held at bay by his warm, muscular body, his every movement rippling through the powerful wings that carried them.

However, my entire being seems to have melted in the wind when I saw the one in front of me. It was a tall, lean man with pale skin, black hair, and the most startling grey eyes. His irises are the color of diffused storm clouds, and they look just as threatening. When he meets my gaze, a cold chill zaps my spine. It’s Rhysand, and his features keep shifting, changing, but I can still see who and what he is at the core of it all. He looks less monstrous and more handsome this time, but there’s no denying that behind those eyes, there’s nothing. He has no soul, no heart, no sympathy.

She is trying to look like the good guy here. "Mother-in-law? Look at her audacity. You are just King Raphael's mate. But no one from the Raven clan accepted you as their queen. Her Highness Irina just confirmed it verbally" Tasha sneered before Irina could say a word. That made Valerie lose her cool. The aura around her became strong and her golden wings unfolded behind her back. Her eyes became golden. When everyone saw her golden wings they gasped with surprise. It is clear that she is not weak. Golden wings are only be blessed to the legendary golden dragons of the Ernest clan. Even Irina's eyes widened with shock.