Steel Wings Novels & Stories

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact. His wings were folded tight behind him, but even restrained, they carried weight. They were not the flexible, membranous stretch of Apollo’s; they were denser, layered in plates edged with serrated bone. Each ridge caught the firelight and fractured it, casting sharp shadows across the stone. In battle, those wings would not glide. They would cleave.

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

said the RTH-class. “Let’s go!” said the ENV-class. Front line Herrscher collect the Varniant wings to take cover from the quill shower, even a bit burdened by the falling quills but they are survived from the attack. “You guys alright?” ask Cornelio. He shot the Varniant type with his cannon. “Yeah, the wings really work. But very heavy!” Said the RTH-class. “Aww! My shoulder is hurt!” said the SLT-class. “My back is hurt.” Said the ENV-class.

But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?" "His real power, of course." He pointed up for her to watch. Megan looked just then and saw that after a while of the drone assault, Adolf's wings had begun to glow very bright as the rainbow waves weren't just at the edges now but running erratic throughout the surfaces; and then, he released them.

On hearing the words, the Wingeds who were looking for them immediately flew over, roaring, with anger flaring up in their eyes. "You lowly ants, how dare you kill the members of our Winged race? I'll grind your bones to ashes." Jiang Tao squinted his eyes and said with disdain, "We've killed three of you, but you're still bragging. Do you really think you're angels because you have wings of chickens?" "Kill them!" One of the Wingeds growled angrily. The six Wingeds flapped their wings at the same time. Their feathers covered the sky and shot toward Jiang Tao and his men like sharp arrows.

"Xia, one day, I’ll buy a Goldenwing Dragon just to show you." Goldenwing Dragons, like Silverwing Dragons, have immense wings that blot out the sky and tails longer than their own bodies. But because they are the finest aerial mounts, they are much larger than Silverwings and extremely rare. Their price is astronomical, and only royalty or titled individuals can afford them.

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

Each placement needed careful judgment and tedious work. The Astoria wings came first, its huge skeletal 'wingbones' flaring impressively outwards, making the Fantasia appear like a fallen angel. Its combination of thrusters and antigravity systems meant the wings had been designed to maximize its surface area. This also made it easy to damage, as any casual hit could reduce the component's performance and ground the mech.

He holds it open and looks at me expectantly. I chew on the inside of my cheek. I push down my worries with a deep breath and limp into the connected room. Three pairs of wings are on display, but not like the others. These ones are clean and beneath each stands a table. The first set of wings are black and silver. And on the table is a gleaming silver sword. The second set of wings are snow white. A beautifully strange dagger lies on the table, its curved blade engraved with delicate designs and its hilt encrusted with precious stones.