Silk Wings Novels & Stories

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.

Her wings were huge, ethereal, angelic white wings that unfurled from her back with a crack of raw power. They shimmered like moonlight woven into feathers, each one tipped with a soft glow that burned like fire. She rose into the air, her eyes glowing silver, and for one breathless moment— She was divine. Then she moved. Faster than anything I’d ever seen. She spun through the air, her twin daggers glowing with power as she sliced through the horde. One, two, five, ten—creatures burst into ash with every elegant strike. Her wings swept out, cutting through a dozen more like a blade of light and wind.

Her hands were trembling. She exhaled. No tears. Just that familiar hollow silence. . . .

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.

“This is the man who took our warriors, broke them, tortured them, and stripped them of a warrior’s death. Today we answer for every one of them. Today he pays in blood.” The basin shook with the answering roar. Markaus turned, raised his claws, and moved behind Lothair. One hand clamped onto the man’s skull and jerked his head back, baring his throat. Then a hard rush of sound cut through the noise below. Wings. A whole mass of them, beating fast beyond the ring of smoke and cloud above the rim. A second later, the haze tore apart. Sylph riders burst through on eagleback in a tight descending line, dozens at least—perhaps more.

I didn't reach for the blue light. I reached for the wings. I leaned into the biological horror. I stopped fighting the transition and I opened the door I hadn't even known existed. The gold scales on my arm exploded, spreading across my chest and neck in a suit of shimmering, solar mail. A pair of massive, translucent wings erupted from my back. They weren't made of feathers. They were made of solidified moonlight and liquid gold, spanning ten feet in either direction. The shockwave of the shift threw Liora and her wolf back toward the edge of the gorge.

“Oh, gods…” Her breath was scorching hot. Every exhale washed over me like the air from a furnace. One careless movement from me and I would get burned, even one accidental bite and I would be dead. “Please don’t sneeze,” I whispered. The beast blinked one golden eye then, with another powerful roar her enormous wings spread. “Wings?” They unfurled like giant sails, black as midnight and edged with crimson veins. One powerful flap and the beast launched itself into the air. The crowd gasped.

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

This hunger that kept her constantly in my mind. But a crazed panic overcame me one day while I was out for a short flight. I had left my office feeling tense and annoyed that I couldn't go see Amara until my paperwork was finished, deciding to Shift and take Erebos out to stretch his wings. It’s a long but welcome process for a dragon to Shift, with our body melding into our dragon's heart while the rest manifests through a cloud of black smoke. My solid black and scale covered body had been enjoying the sky just aimlessly flying over the forest when a distant cracking sound caught my attention. I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught