Silk Wings Novels & Stories

He kept having to leave, to go to the Highwoods, wherever that is. “K–Kaleb?” I cry out. Silas scoops me into his arms, pressing me against his chest. He’s arguing viciously with the fae guards surrounding us. Everyone is shouting at each other. There’s a tension in the air I can taste, and then I hear the telltale sound of metal sliding from holsters, and without warning, Silas’s wings flare from his back. “Wait–” I beg, but in a split second, we’re airborne, and my voice dies in my throat.

She felt a bit of courage surge through her at the thought of everyone who loves her and forced herself into a seating position. Aria knew she had to get out of there before whoever has her confined in that room returns. She pulled the sheet over and placed one feet over the edge of the bed_one at a time until both her legs were firmly placed against the floor in a seating position. She noticed the change of clothe the moment it pooled at her feet. She doesn't remember owning such outfit and much less if she wore it herself. It was a silk orange loose gown that hugged onto her protruding stomach perfectly which only caused her to gasp at the thought of someone seeing her bare underneath.

A soldier suddenly sprouted two wings on his body, he was flying in the sky, so he dodged. The test ended, only a few people remained. Bella Risa looked at the young man who was probably in his twenties, his handsome face retracting his wings. With a little praise, she couldn't help but blurt out: "He's both handsome and very good." Raph Conrad glanced at the woman, eyes glazed over at the other man. For some reason, there was some discomfort in his heart, and his tone was more harsh: "A group of ten people, but only a few people passed. Everyone, what kind of practice is this?”

he instructed, “hands neatly behind your back, head up, and walk.” We stepped along the narrow cobblestones embedded in the earth. Sicca led the way, me following directly behind him. He seemed to glide effortlessly over the ground, completely untethered by the lack of elegance I carried—he had enough grace for both of us. Two guards stood before the glass doors. Both were clad in armor that looked unnatural in this setting, as if they were determined to stand out from the surrounding nature rather than blend in. Yet, what really caught my eye were the wings—something I had never seen before. They were like delicate dragonfly wings, attached to their backs. Nearly transparent, with only the

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

The sound tore through the trees, echoing far beyond the forest as though the forest itself were forced to carry it. Seryna straightened slowly. She stretched as if waking from a dream that had lasted centuries, rolling her shoulders with deliberate indulgence. Flesh shifted beneath her skin. Bones cracked, reshaping with wet, intimate sounds. Power surged outward as two enormous wings ripped free from her back, tearing through flesh and shadow alike. They unfurled in a violent rush of air. Black feathers spiraled downward, brushing the forest floor as she shook the wings once, hard, claiming the space around her.

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

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.