Steel Wings Novels & Stories

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

Two of them attack the serpentous while defending each other. "I am tired of this filthy creatures!" Ezekeil bellows in slight anger. "Wind magic art, no. 10; Eagles wings shower!" Ezekeil chanted. *Eagle wings shower-- a wind magic created by Ezekeil. Which formed like an eagle wings but, those wings are made of sharpest air most likely equivalent to the most sharpest sword*

Dark Melody had jumped clear, somersaulted and snapped his wings open to land gently on his feet. Wings, from what I’ve seen, are usually attached to the back or sometimes as extra underarm skin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them sprouting from the ears. Mind you, I have seen helmets with winged insignia, so the idea isn’t totally without precedence. It still looked ridiculous in action. Unscathed rolled over and got back on his feet in a fluid motion that belied his size. He stampeded towards his opponent, who again came to meet the charge head on, and again leapt at the last moment.

Ilyana continued reading, not allowing sadness to creep into her thoughts. “The wings are special. The human body is not designed for flight - the chest is too small, the muscles are weak and the body is heavy. An ordinary person cannot get off the ground, even with wings. Seraphim can fly due to the fact that their wings are woven from thin threads of the Force. You can control your wings by learning to control your own magical energy. But the peculiarities of Selena’s children do not end there. Wings, being a dynamic structure, are influenced by the owner. With sufficient control, they can be modified, made sharp or dense. Wings are one of the main weapons and shields of the seraph warrior

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

But the entire thing glittered like a clean coin in sunshine. Dragon wings? Savage dropped and landed on the back of one Targue. Straddling it as though he’d mounted a horse. He stabbed it several times in the back and side before reaching down and running a deep slit up the side of its neck. When another dived toward him he dropped to the side of the one he’d sat on. The wings falling flush against his back before evaporating in an instant. It collapsed the other way. As the one went over him he lurched up to stab it in the stomach. Letting its own momentum carrying it over him drag the knife down its belly and spill its innards.

I could not believe that my power has a limit when it comes to granting wishes and I am looking forward to her explanation. "The wings were heavily guarded by both realms. It is locked in the deepest part of the realms and was carefully sealed in an isolated fortress. In addition to that, the wings were protected by Uriel's tears and cannot be destroyed nor summoned by just anybody no matter how powerful they are, except for the owner of the wings," Erythaea carefully explained to all of us. "Does it mean that I have to go there to get the wings by myself?" Aria wants to reconfirm.

He growls before commanding me to fly now unless I want to be condemned to the depths of Tartarus and made into a soulless creature. I tighten my arms against Luka as I flap my giant wings, rising us up above the soulless. The smog spreads quickly, trying to entangle us in it, but my wings send a powerful gust of wind as I take off into the air, sweeping the smog away from us.

“I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” A flash of blue light marked his chest with a six-pointed star. “King’s Legacy.” Blue strings of alar burst out of the glowing triangle in his chest, all dancing around him, then compressing to form dragon wings at his back. He looked up, seeing Eli ascending into the dark clouds. With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings.