Silver Wings Book Novels & Stories

Immediately I dropped Carmen gently on the bed and wiped her lips, I turned to Silver for answers. Silver started, pulling out his favorite collection of books. I always wondered why Silver had such a book since it had no particular aura to it. It was not even fortified, just a random notebook that looked scribbled by a child. “I always loved nature,” Silver touched the pages of the book with so much yearning and melancholy. “When I was eighteen, I got obsessed with nature, not just love. I would go out of my way and make a trip to forests, climb mountains, go cave diving and just document it.”

Massive silver wings erupted from Zavian's back with explosive force, showering them with droplets of something too bright to be blood. “Zavian!” Emmeline's scream tore her throat raw as she threw her arms up in defense. The wings unfurled to their full, terrifying glory. Vast and magnificent, shimmering like moonlight with edges that could slice through nightmares. Each feather gleamed with metallic brilliance, reflecting the chaotic light that consumed them both. Pure horror and unwilling awe warred in Emmeline, stealing what little breath remained. The hair she'd run her fingers through countless times transformed before her eyes, each strand bleeding into brilliant silver that glowed wit

“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.

The wind shifted over the village of Brindlemark, carrying with it the smell of rain, woodsmoke, and something metallic that Kaelen Thorne could not place. He sat hunched over his desk in the loft of his small home, the flame of a beeswax candle throwing long shadows over the cluttered parchment and ink stains. His spellbook lay open to a page on fire wards, though his eyes had drifted long ago from the curling runes. Instead, the margins were filled with sketches of forests, stars, and faces he had never seen but always dreamed of—sharp features, pointed ears, and hair that shimmered like moonlight.

Goddess, I love it when he does that. “Let’s finish what we came for and then I can give myself to you.” He winked at me and I sighed, feeling all hot and bothered. Damn the Alpha and his cameras. Emilio got on the sliding ladder next to the shelves and began to search for books. I thought I should help too so I stood up and willed my wings out, hoping the flames on them didn’t burn the place down. I willed them to flap a little and I noticed the flames didn’t affect anything. The wings were pretty big to be let out in a house but luckily they were harmless.

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

He stood on top of the largest building of the city, he watched as he saw lots of blood being split on the floor. "You will pay for what you did!" Silver shouted as he change his form into that of a psychic vampire. He had a silvery-white hair, and a pair of blue wings that can be extracted and concealed within him. He was wearing a blue robe and by his right hand, he held a sword. The Dragon Sword. He went through the gate of the city and slayed those standing by the gate. "Come on out you scumbags, You have just tampered with another person's property and you shall all be punished by me!!"