Starscream Wings Novels & Stories

"We remember the woman who rocked us to sleep. The one whose voice they recorded." Sister Marguerite made the sign of the cross. "Blessed Mary, mother of God." Daniela snorted. "More like mother of monsters." Kara's wings snapped open in threat—then stilled when I raised a hand. To my shock, she obeyed the unspoken command. Lina, ever fearless, wriggled between us to stare at Kara's retractable wings. "Are those organic?" "Titanium filaments grafted to the scapulae," Kara said proudly. Then, softer: "It hurt."

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

"Don't be so modest darling, you know why." I look up, my heart dropping as I take in the sight of the two males Infront of me before I blurt out, "It's not Valentine!" "We're aware." Cream says. "But if it was," Strawberry says, putting his hands in his pocket, "We'd still kill it." Strawberry's hair now the colour of Cream while he wears a red waistcoat, suit and pants, with chains all around the buttons and wears white gloves. Then in addition, his eyes are silver with white horns on his head and a collar around his neck that has red stones with the word WRATH.

It was then that we could all see the delicate swirls and loops of solid black that replaced the wounds on their necks. Morina yelped in surprise when she looked at Arden and my brother was stunned still staring at her. And from my seat in the front row I was able to see that the star they both had at the center of their Mark had three little points to it, making me smile. After everyone calmed and we all moved to the reception, I quietly gushed to Morina about what the little points on the star meant. She smiled and looked down, softly rubbing my own growing bump before placing a hand over her stomach. “So we’ll have two more then.”

Was I sober enough for a kiss– Something spread out suddenly, the sound of heavy gush of wind startled me but the sight right before my eyes was breathtaking. “Your wings,” I whispered barely above a whisper as I stared at the large wings sprouting from his back, spreading out and blocking the light. It casted a dim light around us, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. “W-Wow!” I breathed. “You're an angel.” “... Of lust,” he shrugged. “These are the wings of Lust. It's more or less my identity. A big part of it.”

The other girl nodded and followed her to a large, ancient tree that seemed to reach for the heavens. Storm followed them, curiosity burning within her. As they reached the tree, young Storm did something that made her heart stop. With a graceful, practiced motion, the little girl released a pair of heavy wings, too big for a child. The wings were magnificent, shimmering with iridescent hues that reflected the sunlight. She hugged her friend tightly, then with a powerful thrust, took to the skies. Storm felt herself being lifted, floating in the sky alongside her younger self. Her mind swirled with shock and wonder as they soared higher and higher, leaving the ground far below. They flew pas

He takes his shirt off, rather aggressively, and his wings rip through his skin without warning. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Inez cries out, hiding behind me. “It’s alright,” I tell her, coaxing her out, “they’re just wings.” She examines Samael’s dark, blood-splattered wings, “Wow… can you do that?” she asks, looking up at me. “No, but what I can do is way cooler,” I give her a wink and a slight nudge towards Samael. He looks at me worriedly, “I’ll be right back.” He doesn’t give Inez a chance to prepare herself, he scoops her up in his arms.

That will have a lot of free snacks! My wings fluttered again, them not looking at all the same like the other angels. Many female angels donned large white and ivory wings, while mine held a hint of gold at the tips. I inched forward, only to have a few stares and their walks continued like there wasn’t a care in the world. I let out a sigh. No one was out to get me. There was no evil here out in the open with too many angels around.

A huge red flame blast occurred and disintegrated a portion of the swarming enemies. He then saw his mother flying and continuing to bombard the enemy from above. Thousands of dark arrows were released by the enemy and it covered the sky. "Mother!" Knight began to skate faster towards his mother. "Seventh form: Wings of flame!" Magic quickly gathered on Tessia's back and took the form of four wings. She flapped her wings and it released a powerful wave of heat. It destroyed most of the dark arrows by there's still several that went past the wave and it hit some of the escaping elites.

Then, right before my eyes, a pair of magnificent wings unfurled from his back, stretching wide in a mesmerizing display. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before—one side as dark as the night sky, the other pure white, like untouched snow. The contrast was stunning, the feathers shimmering subtly under the soft glow of the lanterns. For a moment, I could do nothing but stare, captivated by the way they moved, how effortlessly they seemed to carry an unspoken power. Damien turned his gaze to me, amusement dancing in his dark eyes as his lips curled into a smirk. “Are you just going to stand there in shock, or are you coming?” he teased, flexing his wings slightly as if to draw my att