Silk Wings Novels & Stories

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

She didn't have to wait for very long though before it passed again; and this time, she caught a proper view. The first thing Megan saw was a pair of wings. They were long; so long in fact that they could easily be the length of a semi-truck. They were also slender, streamlined enough for presumably a smooth glide through the intense winds at the mountain top. Coming closer to the grounds, she saw that the wings sparkled in the sun like pieces of silver; several rainbow colours dancing off their edges whenever they caught the light properly.

After Zephyr Khan ran his Genuine Vitality, the flying magic treasure, which was entirely golden in color, suddenly began to shine with various runes. And then! A phantom of a true dragon flashed and turned into a pair of huge glowing wings. It quickly appeared behind Zephyr Khan. Golden light flickered, divine might matchless, making his entire being look like a heavenly deity! The pair of luminous wings emitted a suffocating charm. It was as if a single glance was enough to draw one's attention. "Swoosh!" The next second! Zephyr Khan suddenly performed the Flying Thunder Shadow Wings to cooperate with the Thunder Shadow Flash.

Her Lightning Bird. “Hello, Ilyria,” he said. “My name is Astrapi.” He stood before her just a man in loose white clothing like any other man. With wings. The one was not exactly white and the other not exactly black. Ilyria had once seen a merchant demonstrate a toy he had brought back from across the vast desert all the way to the seas—or so he claimed without a soul believing him. The toy consisted of a glass box, too cold to hold without sturdy gloves, within which a wheel rotated through a liquid. It was the liquid that had enraptured Ilyria having never seen anything of its sort. It parted before the wheel in long glowing silvery waves, before forming into pearly bubbles that reformed

Jason asks, A frown appears on his face before he answers sarcastically, “Is there any other meaning of wings? They are huge. So huge, that they touch the floor.” Closing my eyes, I picture my wings, just like Nyx taught me. Seconds later, I feel their weight behind. His surprised gasp fills the room, making me open my eyes. I stare at him and, with my voice trembling, I ask, "You mean wings like these?” His mouth hangs open as he nods. “Yes,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with shock. “They are exactly the same. The only difference is that hers are black.” Fucking hell. That’s the only thought that was on my mind as I registered his words.

Wings. Not small, not hidden. Massive, burning with silver light, exploding from my back like I was born to fly. They stretched wide, filling the space, and I could feel the energy surging through every feather, every inch of glowing power. My eyes flew open. "Sierra... your back! You have wings!" I opened my mouth to scream again, but what came out was a deep, powerful roar. My voice was no longer mine. It was something ancient, something divine.

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