Silk Wings Novels & Stories

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.

Goosebumps danced across my skin in a silent plea for warmth, a plea that remained unanswered. "Stop moving!" The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down my limbs. I froze- a statue carved from fear. The bonding swallowed my cries, silencing them within me. My shoulder blade pulled apart, and searing tendrils of agony lashed through my flesh. The restraints mocked me harder as I pulled and twisted in them while something pushed its way out of my spine. I hung there silently, praying for the pain to end. "Beautiful. Perfect." The voice, a velvet whisper, entered the hollow of my ear. Words laced with poisonous honey. "These will make me a pretty penny, my beautiful fairy."

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.

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.

"I won't regret anything as long as I'm with you." He looked me in the eye. "Are you genuinely willing to marry me?" "Of course." I nodded and pulled out a pouch from my sleeve. I'd embroidered a pair of lovebirds on it. "I made this a few days ago. I don't know whether it's to your liking." He seemed surprised as he took the pouch. He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch."

Richard taunted, "you have a choice to make. Join me, and together, we can shape the world to our liking. Refuse, and, well, you can guess the consequences." "No!" Amelia interjected, her voice filled with determination. "We won't let you succeed. We'll fight you every step of the way." Richard's amusement turned into a cold glare. "Then I'm afraid there will be consequences, my dear." Just as the tension reached its peak, a sudden commotion erupted from the side. The armed men faltered, turning their attention away from Amelia and the others. A masked figure emerged from the shadows, moving with deadly precision as they incapacitated the armed men one by one. Each swift strike revealed the

But why now? "Oh, Ambrose! It feels so good," she moaned. She leaned down and claimed my mouth again. My cock ached and throbbed inside her. I was close and I could tell so was she. "Come for me," I growled and gripped her butt so I could thrust into her harder. She arched her back and screamed, her eyes rolled at the back of her head and her body shuddered violently as she climaxed. She screamed again, but it was a different kind of scream this time. I stared at her in amazement as two delicate wings sprouted out of her back. They were clear with silvery-gold patterns, gently fluttering up and down in the cool breeze.

’ Her wings, filled with golden silk intertwined with the feathers, had me watching in awe. “I’m going to transport us,” I whispered, holding her close. “Let me know if you get too hot.” Uriel came close, her wings quivering at the sudden wind surrounding us. Smoke encircled us as bursts of flames came around like a tornado. The lighting flashed inside, finally engulfing us until it faded away.

He was her Luke, but he now had the most beautiful wings she could ever imagine. But the wings?! Oh, heavens! They were unexplainable! They were something out of this world. They were huge and reminded Sarah of angel wings, although they were entirely different. Instead of feathers, fire tongues covered their surface. At least she thought those were fire tongues; on the second thought, they looked too solid and too sparkly to be disembodied. She had an urge to touch them, feel them, and experience how they are under her fingertips… As if she was in some sort of trance, wordlessly, Sarah made a step forward. And then another one, and another, until she stood just a couple of inches away from