Silk Wings Novels & Stories

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

Her feet almost tread on his as she trailed even closer behind, her nose once bumping into his back. Then they stepped out into a clearing, and the light of the distant stars lit up the area. They were near a cliff, Ariella could tell by the black void that greeted them a few feet away. Hanging back near the safety of the trees, she studied her mate for a moment. His silhouette was illuminated by the starlight, and she watched with parted lips as something glowed on his back, taking shape and forming wings. Wings of pale white colour, so faint they might have only been made of pure energy. So delicate and fragile, yet when they unfurled and stretched out, the large feathery shapes exuded pow

I was floating in the air with golden angelic wings made of fire spread out and protruding from my back. What the actual fuck?!

Chen slowly controlled the wings. He knew how to walk on legs but to fly, he would need practice. A lot of practice. Feeling the lack of control, Chen slowly kept himself a few inches above the ground but his vertical distance would increase or decrease sharply with each flap of his wings. Spirit Energy was drained from his body slowly and when he tried to activate his first spirit skill— Silver Burst, aside from the majestic light covering his talons, four of his wings were covered, too. The moment his wings flapped, he flew up at an extremely quick pace, his back smashing against the ceiling of the cave but the original defense of the wings was heightened. After all, the silver light from

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

She had become something beyond that—something celestial and terrible. Her body shimmered like starlight given shape, her skin glowing faintly beneath the layers of enchanted ash. Even from where I stood, I could feel her energy—sharp as obsidian, cold as deep space. The ritual hadn’t just awakened her. It had rewritten her. Then the impossible happened. Wings. Not of feather or bone, but forged from pure silver mist, erupted from her back. They arched like blades, wide and terrible, each beat of them stirring the air with a pressure that bent trees and cracked stone.

I couldn’t. I was staring at the girl standing ten feet away from me. She was my shadow made of sunlight. She had my face—the same high cheekbones, the same dark, radiant skin—but her eyes weren't the white-gold of a Sovereign. They were a blinding, crystalline violet that seemed to bleed light. And those wings... they weren't the obsidian smoke of my own. They were feathers of pure, jagged energy, radiating a heat that made the falling rain hiss into steam. "What is this?" I whispered, the Lagos-grit in my throat feeling like crushed glass. I tightened my grip on Dante’s hand. His palm was burning, his violet sigils pulsing in warning. "Silas, what did you do?"

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

"Go back for now. I'll scan the area with Fye before heading back to camp." Silo vanished, and in his place materialized a stunning black mare, twice the size of the average horse. But the most astonishing thing wasn't her size or her glistening coat, but the wings sprouting on her back. 'Master, good tidings,' Fye said, nuzzling his hand.