Spider With Wings Novels & Stories

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

PART FOUR: Scissors “The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark” —HenryWadsworth Longfellow, The Burning of the Drift-Wood” FIFTY-FIVE Flies swarmed Peter’s body. A spider in a tree ran the length of its web to catch its prey; it usually hunted at night but couldn’t pass a prize as sweet as this. The spider wrestled the butterfly until its web broke and both fell to the ground. A martyr to hunger.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

He had a cowboy hat covering his head and was holding an AK-47 rifle. As he made his way towards them, Queen stared at him intently, and her eyes widened in realization. When he got closer, the man was just about to speak when she said, "Black Axe, it's me. It's Queen, Queen Scorpion."

a Phoenix. It's wings spread open fully to temporarily glide in the air, layers of flaming feathers thrashing around wildly. Its talons and beak were larger than the Werewolf's head with wings long enough to engulf a tree. Radyn could swear that the creature had spared him a glance before heading straight towards his chosen target, the boar. Oh fuck no, you damn living torch Radyn shared his thought with Kronos. He refused to be outmanoeuvred by an oversized pigeon.

"What else could this wall be? Or the spiders? What else is dualistic in nature here? What aren't we seeing? Wait, why aren't they biting me?" "Because they're not spiders," Jinx said with a sigh. He brought one of the little red things up close to his eye. "They have six legs. They're grave beetles. They spin webs but don't bite. Unless you're dead. Which we're not. Yet." The bugs were said to be messengers of the gods. The old, old gods. The old as fuck, no one has worshiped them in generations gods. Jinx picked up his cards. "I know what it says."

I turned to the looking glass again to examine my new appendages. There were two pairs. The higher set was significantly larger, and bat-like in shape, with curly black thumbs. Between the black fingers there was leathery webbing, marked with a pattern like that of a common rose butterfly’s wings—alternating stripes of black and grey, with scattered red dots in the corners. The lower, smaller pair of wings had tails like those of a swallowtail, and they conformed to the same pattern, except red spots ran more plentifully down their sides. “I’ve never seen wings like these,” said Salem, gaping in awe. “You really are like something from a fairy tale.”

"Kindly enlighten us about what's scary about cockroaches, April?" "They run fast and some of them can actually fly, isn't that concerning?" April asked. "Fly?" Gina and Carlene laughed out. "I'm being serious," April said. "Never seen a flying cockroach," Maya said. "She's right though, some of them do fly," Freya supported. "Well, that's concerning," Gina said. "Spiders run fast too and they have many legs! They are more scarier than cockroaches when you think about it," Carlene said.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.