Starscream Wings 소설 & 이야기

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.

My heart stuttered with a new kind of satisfaction. Then Axel pushed further. “Wings, remember the wings. Let them breathe with your shoulders. They are as balanced as blades.” I felt the skin at my back tighten. The familiar ache precluded their unfurling, but under it there was no avalanche of fury now only raw power that I could cradle. I stretched my wings a hair’s breadth. The tips sliced through the morning air with a whisper and the faintest sparkle along the edges where metal met feather. Ariella’s breath hitched, and I realized how many things I’d never let myself see as beautiful.

he asked, curling his arms around my waist, and pulling me into his body. “Close your eyes and hold onto me,” I whispered against his ear, nipping the lobe. His groan made me smirk. First, I made sure to cast a glamour around us so that we would be able to see out, but nobody would be able to see inside. Otherwise, it might scar unsuspecting stargazers. Then my wings sprung out from my shoulder blades. Our wings could be dangerous weapons and act as blades, but mine would never hurt Dante because of our bond. It was the same way that they could not hurt me either.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

The moon rose full and heavy above Stormfang, a pale crown in a sky drowned with stars. Its light spilled over the courtyard, silvering the stone, sharpening the breath of every wolf. The pack gathered in the open ground, the hum of energy thrumming through their bodies, their wolves straining beneath their skins. Bella stood near the edge, her shawl clutched tight around her shoulders. She had never grown used to full moons here. The sound, the power, the way the wolves’ eyes gleamed gold in the light—it was beautiful and terrible all at once.

I nodded and swallowed hard. “Now retrieve your wings, honey.” “What wings? I have wings!” My eyes nearly popped out of each socket. My heart pounded so hard in my rib cage, and I instantly felt the air pulsing around us. I didn’t want to look behind me over my shoulder. I was scared for it to be true. “You’re not helping, Sebastien,” Zarah said cautiously. “Not wings like physical wings. They’re glowing, like 3D lights, the same as when you summoned the fire, but yes, you have wings,” Ren tried to explain but I completely understood what he meant.

" I rubbed at my butts, staring poutingly at Megan. She had her hard glare on and was staring daggers back at me. Megan Rodriguez – older sister, overly grumpy and cold hearted. You never get to see her smile and if you do....well, you won't. “Quit this bullshit and go sit for dinner!“ She angrily turned off the television. “Why did you do that? Mrs. Nora Williams was about to announce the date for the pick.“ I sluggishly stood from the floor with a huge frown on my face. “You mean the hideous, wicked witch of the west?“ Megan retorted with a scoff.

“That’s good. It means he’ll know you were kept pure.” Elara’s cheeks didn’t flush. Not anymore. The heat of embarrassment had long since burned out, leaving only a tired sort of numbness. She wanted to lie down. Not cry. Not protest. Just… lie down. But there was no time for that. They had another round of "exercises" before dinner. One of the younger maids entered with a tray of wooden models—grotesquely detailed. Her mother picked one up without hesitation. “This is what he will look like. Roughly.”

said Marek. It was harder to find a way to disbelieve them and their demonstration as flaming wings grew from Kriss’s back while Marek sprouted small crystal horns on his head that sparkled like perfect diamonds. She quaked with fear for a moment, but struggled to reassert control of her emotions and remain logical. “That’s just impossible, and didn’t you mess up the mythos anyway? It’s supposed to be demons who are hot and fiery, and angels who are good and bright.”