Novel & Cerita Silk Wings

"Xia, one day, I’ll buy a Goldenwing Dragon just to show you." Goldenwing Dragons, like Silverwing Dragons, have immense wings that blot out the sky and tails longer than their own bodies. But because they are the finest aerial mounts, they are much larger than Silverwings and extremely rare. Their price is astronomical, and only royalty or titled individuals can afford them.

Do it, I whispered. With pleasure, Vane said. I turned and ran. I crashed through the glass. The wind shattered the silence. The world turned upside down. I fell toward the churning black waves of the North Sea. Now, Julian commanded. Evolve. I didn't understand. But my body did. The skin on my back split. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. Something wet and membranous unfolded from my shoulder blades. Wings. Not feather wings. Wings of skin and bone, like a bat or a dragon.

Pula until he lands at the bottom of the stairs. She twirls the finger of her handing hand. It causes a whirl wind to start. It grows and she lifts it into her hands as Daragan scrambles away from her. “Check mate.” She sends the wind whirling towards him. She sends all of the power through it. She weaves it through him, breaking apart is very being. The more details sends, the more her wings begin to grow. Beautiful glowing golden wings. She forces every ounce of power through him until it cleaves his soul into a million scattered pieces. Blood and guts spray across the room as his body follows suit.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

The fact that he didn't want to touch my wings without permission showed how much he respected them and my choices. "I'm sure," I breathed. When his hands brushed against the silken feathers I shuddered. My head dipped back and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as a new wave of pleasure crashed into me. I missed the feeling of my wings. Mating would not have been the same without them. "By the elements, that feels so good," I moaned when he raised his other hand to do the same with my other wing, "oh my—" "That's it my beautiful darkling, ride my cock," Sylvain praised as he thrust his hips upward to meet every roll of my hips, "you ride me so well."

Her skill was called Serenity, but the weapons she used were unusual—they were embroidery needles. With a wave of the hand, she sent needles flying. The threads attached to the end of the needles weren’t ordinary. Silver in color and as fine as vellus hair, they were likely silk. After that, the orange wind blades reappeared. The tough silk was burned by the blades. Even the needles melted. Besides that, the blades seemed to be spiritual. After they destroyed the weapons, they headed out of the tunnel and targeted Claudia. Numerous wind blades dashed across the air, rattling against one another loudly. The bright flames slashed the sky open as if they could destroy everything in the world.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

She was upset and she had the right to be, but since she could feel my emotions, she couldn't be enraged further. I looked over her shoulder and wowed when I saw her wings for the first time. I read about it in the book but it was even more amazing to see in person. The main colour of her wings was lavender pink. The wings were large, translucent and substantial, with a petal-like design. The wings had a refined incurvation and were adorned with heart-shaped disc flowers with sweet-like petals and colours ranging from soft purples, pink, yellows, and blues. The wings emitted a soft, radiant glow and pink fairy dust fell from them with each flutter. The gentle glow gave her wings an air of tr

Lilyana just smiled at her makeup artist's words. "Okay, Lily, try on this dress. This is a dress that I made especially for you. I don't think anyone deserves to wear this dress more than you." "Excellent work, Emi!" Lilyana wore a light blue patterned dress with small flowers. The dress fell gracefully on her body, accentuating her beautiful curves. "Very good! As expected, this dress was made for you. You really look like a fairy." "Lilyana, you are always perfect."