Silk Wings Novels & Stories

Then she appeared. Raven stepped into the spotlight wearing black lace, sheer sleeves clinging to her arms, and a velvet corset cinched tight around her waist. Her skin glowed pale under the red and purple lights, and her dark red lipstick curved around a mouth that rarely smiled. Thin silver chains glinted at her throat, swaying as she moved. She didn’t explode onto the stage. She emerged—slow, deliberate, like rising fog. Her heels clicked faintly on the polished floor. Every movement was fluid, ghostlike, controlled. She trailed her fingers along the pole, eyes lowered, as if lost in her own world.

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.

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.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

The silence that followed Kaelen’s declaration was not the peaceful quiet of a battle won. It was the heavy, pressurized hush of a room where the air was being sucked out through a pinhole. The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep, once a theater of violet starlight and golden heresy, had turned into a monochrome nightmare. The black shadow-wings unfurled from Kaelen’s small shoulders were not made of feathers or fire; they were made of a light-drinking substance that seemed to smudge the very reality of the Silver Peaks.

But before she could even touch Caroline’s raven black wings appeared from her back, and in the next moment, she was in the sky. Everyone gasped seeing this while Sila’s eyes widened, realizing that Caroline had wings just like her brother and she had once, but HOW? Erica’s wolf jumped like an animal in the circus, trying to catch Caroline, but she couldn’t. And by finding the moment, Caroline was hitting her wolf with her heels from time to time. Erice couldn’t understand how to fight with an enemy whom she couldn’t even touch. After trying for a long, in the end, she ended up falling to the ground and turned into a human while Caroline landed on the ground effortlessly like an angel from t

she said, loud enough for the walls to hear. The silence that followed was deafening. Then Malcolm whispered, low and venomous “Then I hope you’re ready to bury every piece of your past. Because from this moment on, you are no longer my daughter.” Lana stood frozen as the words echoed: You are no longer my daughter. For a second, it felt like the walls of the Silken Group’s high-rise had swallowed the air, as if every glass panel had turned against her. But Dominic reached for her hand—not to save her, but to anchor her. His grip was steady, warm, defiant.