Silk Wings Novels & Stories

The sound faded into a hiss, then into a low, vibrating hum that made the ruins shudder around them. Sienna looked up. Her heart stopped. A creature dropped from the sky, landing at the top of the broken Moon Gate like a shard of fallen light. Its body glowed silver-blue, its wings too large for its slender frame, each feather shimmering as though crafted from liquid moonlight. Its eyes held no pupils, only swirling storms of pale silver, ancient and merciless. When it opened its mouth, the inside glowed white-hot, as if a star lived inside its throat.

She bit into her finger, wincing as she let a few drops of blood drip onto the rock to seal the memorial. Zayla watched from a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, feeling the eerie silence of the forest pressing in on them. Sylvara dusted off her hands and turned back to Zayla. "Alright, that’s done. Let’s head back." She had barely finished the sentence when the air suddenly shifted. A figure dropped from the sky, landing with a heavy thud right in front of them. The massive, dark wings sprouting from the woman's back slowly retreated, folding into her skin until they vanished completely.

Magnificent, long white wings with a golden undertone. How is this possible? Was this what caused the pain? It has to be. The wings were huge. They moved like I could move my hands. I stretched them and they hit the wall on one side and the other side expanded up to over seven feet. The part connected to my back was golden and then it slowly shaded into a pure white colour. They looked...heavenly. My hands reached out to touch them. Soft. So soft. They were the softest thing I had touched in my entire life.

The allies also dashed Soheila's direction. The six birds summoned their spirit beasts and that shook the enemies. A silver wolf, a fennec fox, 2 golden lions, poisonous venom butterfly, and two four-winged rocks. The parents of the baby four-winged rocks had agreed to let Sirene and Hector be the master of their babies just a few days ago.

River's hand still held mine, providing unspoken support as we both slipped into this fake character. A fairly loud whistling sound was River's cue to pull away. And when our lips finally parted, River looked at me with a mischievous smile on his face. I even just realized that my left hand had a tight grip on his waist, while my right hand carrying the clutch bag was already pressing against his chest. "Great, isn't it?" he whispered as he rubbed my lips with his right thumb. My breathing was a little labored. My heart was racing and I felt confused. It turned out that this game was more complicated than I had imagined, and there could be more secrets hidden behind that annoying River Lynch

Someone wearing six black wings. Nyx. And she whispered softly, "Let's see if your love survives one more truth."

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.

Andricia So beautiful. The thought zips down the bond and I flush from head to toe in the pale blush floor-length dress Silas gave me. The gauzy material whispers against the floor and the sheer sleeves show off my tanned skin below. The back is open on the shoulders where my wings are free to be if I wish. Our short time away had been so enlightening and helped me gain access to the power locked within me. Our bond is stronger and so beautiful it sparkles within me. I close the distance between Silas and me the fire dissipating from the hearth as it makes its way back within me. He brushes my loose hair behind my ear before his lips softly caress my own and the world around us fades to noth

the Primal voice inside me roared. Pain exploded between my shoulder blades—a searing, tearing heat that made me scream into the wind. But the scream wasn't one of agony; it was a battle cry. From my back, two massive structures erupted. They weren't feathered like a bird’s or leathery like a bat’s. They were wings made of obsidian thorns and shimmering violet light. Every "feather" was a razor-sharp leaf forged from Malachi’s shadows and my own life force.