Silkwing Rainwing Hybrid Novels & Stories

His tail flicked in annoyance as he watched them disappear. "What was that about?" he growled once they were gone. "Leafshine, Larksong and I are kin," Robinwing explained with a shrug. Flamepaw gaped at the brown and white tabby before realizing that there had been similarities between Robinwing and Leafshine. They had the same muscle build and strong shoulders, and Leafshine even had faint tabby markings like Robinwing. "Our mother is from WindClan, and our father passed away before we were born."

said Lowa, bending her thumb and forefinger into a circle, putting them in her mouth and whistling loudly. A big beautiful bird with a long tail flew over us. This is a bird that I haven't seen before. Her eyes were sharp and her beak was like a hook, but her feathers were a bright red with colorful stripes. Her tail was like a summer reed, long and fluffy at the bottom, and looked like a flame from a distance. "What kind of bird is this? I've never seen such a beautiful bird." "It's a phoenix-kite hybrid. I found an egg in the mountains and hatched it in a hot spring," says Lowa, grabbing the collar of my back.

Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing. "I'll tell you the truth, but I can't say much," Raymond spoke right at the juncture of Ravi's neck, causing him to squirm at the touch of Raymond's warm breath. Ravi merely hummed, urging Raymond to continue with what he wanted to say. "My father once married a human who is now my mother. None of the elves had married humans before, and my father was the first to do so. They all opposed it, and when I was born, my parents were killed because I had black w

Her response was to close her eyes tightly, biting down on her lips as if to prevent her from making too much noise. If she likes it so much, why is she holding back? “Open your eyes Raine.” I want to see it all. She hears me, but doesn’t open. “Raine? Does it feel good?” “Yess…” she whimpers out. “Open your eyes and let me see.” Still nothing. I gently tug at her hair, exposing her neck more. Her eyes flutter open, and so do her lips. She forms a perfect O, but still remains silent. I stare in her deep brown eyes, seeing them water.