Silk Wings Novels & Stories

Everyone saw that the Dodge Tomahawk's posture was slowly changing. It stood where it was, leaning slightly, but it had never taken its eyes off Spider Queen, as if it were ready to attack. And just behind the handsome silver-white robot, a pair of massive, beautiful angel-like robotic wings that were made of an unknown material slowly unfolded. As they expanded, all the surrounding spider silks were ruthlessly severed, and an ice-blue light flowed on the wings, looking extremely beautiful.

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

Since Adrian was a demon, he didn't need anything to be able to see in the dark. Shaking her head, Fin'esia stepped forward. She pushed her wings out on her back. "rutilans mediocris alis. (glowing fairy wings.)" Fin'esia chanted in a low voice. Her beautiful pink butterfly wings started glowing like a star in the dark.

Her eyes, they shine with a crisp silver glow, captivating and illuminating the surrounding space. I can’t help but envy her perfect complexion, stressing her exquisite facial features. It’s clear that she is the divine offspring of God, the creator of all things, and Selene, the creator of all shifters. But what steals my breath away are her wings, almost translucent yet radiating with neon hues. They span several yards in each direction, reaching above her head and cascading down to her ankles, a mesmerizing sight that leaves me in awe.

The sound chased her, relentless. She dropped to her knees before the basin, barely noticing the stone humming beneath her. Her hands gripped the bowl’s edge, a ripple shattering the surface as she leaned in, hair falling forward around her face. For a suspended heartbeat, she saw only herself—flushed skin, wild eyes, a faint glow clinging to her like heat haze. Then the water stilled. And behind her reflection, something shone. Adelaide’s breath caught. Wings. Clear as truth. White and gold fire arced from her shoulders, not blazing, not consuming, but defined. Each wing curved outward in elegant, impossible lines, feathers shaped from living Emberlight, layered and vast. They moved subtly

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin. "Fly, Bella. Keep striving to unfurl your wings. They are nearly free. They are exquisite - a deep cerulean and purple with intricate gold patterns. They are tailor-made for you. The wings of a queen," she praised, though I could hardly register her words amidst the excruciating torment I was enduring. My back arched and then dropped as a sob escaped my lips. Ara knelt beside me, gently massaging my back in an attempt to coax my wings to emerge.