The Wings Upon Her Back Novels & Stories

She whispered. The enormous beast suddenly flapped its terrible wings, and the wind was nasty. It soared into the air once more, then swooped down on Charlotte, howling and striking her with its beak and claw. She didn't scream, though: divine maiden of the Leafland, child of the Queen, thin but tough as a steel-blade, fair yet terrifying. She delivered a quick, deft stroke that was both talented and lethal. She sliced the outstretched neck in half, and the hewn head shattered like a stone. As the massive thing crashed to the ground, vast wings outspread, crumpled on the ground, she leaped backward, and the darkness vanished with it. Her hair glistened in the sunlight as the light fell about

She tested her arms and legs, twisted her neck, tested her body…. She felt different, that was for sure. She was not herself anymore. She felt unlimited strength coursing through her. A desire to run, to sprint, to break through walls, to leap into the air. She also felt something else: two slight bulges on her back, behind her shoulder blades. Very subtle, but she knew they were there. Wings. She knew, she felt, that if she wanted to fly, they would open up for her.

Her eyes came back to rest on his face and then she added, "Yes. A succubus. If you don't know what one is, it's far too complicated to go into that whole business right now." Scott burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me?" he said, choking back more laughter. The cross look returned to her face as Scott continued laughing. After a moment, she placed a hand on his chest and with the other gestured to her back with her thumb. "Check the wings, sport." The smile was instantly swept from his face as she exposed a pair of large, leathery wings protruding from her back. She sat upright and stretched them to their full width.

Its wingspan blottеd out thе stars as it took to thе sky, soaring through thе night with a gracе that dеfiеd its monstrous appеarancе. Fеlicity, atop thе crеaturе's back, hеld on tightly, hеr cloak billowing in thе wind as shе еmbarkеd on hеr mission. Thе ееriе glow of hеr еyеs matchеd thе intеnsity of hеr rеsolvе, as shе sеt hеr sights on hеr dеstination, dеtеrminеd to uncovеr thе truth and bring justicе to thosе who darеd to opposе hеr.

Aiden growled and slammed his fist against the stone wall. As the night spread its wings and engulfed the earth, she freshened up and dressed for dinner. She put on a classy black off-the-shoulder backless dress and wore her hair in a low bun. She stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her appearance. A lot has happened recently, and she hasn't even had a chance to take a good look at herself. She could feel the wings poking the skin of her back. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes she mustered up all her strength to free the wings. She felt the skin tear itself, but the pain was much less intense than the previous time. The wings broke free and spread across the room. She tilted he

She took great satisfaction in the way Tyler's jaw dropped nearly to the floor at first seeing them, along with everyone else's. "I told you I had wings," Katherine said smugly. "Believe me now?" Unfortunately, her triumph was shortened when her left wing lashed out at a vase on Giselle's desk, slicing it in two with a single stroke. "I'm still getting the hang of them," Katherine said, blushing with embarrassment. "Katherine, in all my thousands of years I have never seen wings like these," Giselle said in awe, as she looked at the shining diamond-like appendages on Katherine's back. "Do you know what this means, child?"

She wore no clothes, only thick glitter of rose gold and silver. Her wings were the most fascinating though. The spanned from her head to her toe, ending in a curve and sharp point at the top and bottom. You could see right through them, but there was silver sparkling and running through them, almost like blood circulating between her body and wings. “Have you not met a fairy before?” Her black eyebrows shot up at me for gawking at her. “I have, but never a Queen. You’re not just gorgeous, you’re like... pure magic.” I smiled, forgetting all of the madness she had just caused my brain.

“You know, she was born in the middle of a thunderstorm.” Ru looked up to find her grandmother staring out at nothing through the thin white curtains that hung in front of the only window across the room from them. “I took one look at that little mite’s back and knew she was going to be a spitfire. She came out that way, scratching at the world like she was going to tear a new opening in the veil. So, having the markings of fiery wings on her back was no surprise to me.”

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

I had wings! I flapped them suddenly realizing they were like new limbs. Open. Close. Open. Close. And I was off the floor again as my wings continued the sequence before I soon placed myself back on the floor seeing some colourful flats on my feet. "Oh, cute," I lift my leg to look at my flats "How does she look from the back, Death?" Poseidon asks Death "Oh she always looks good from the back," Death replies smugly before walking in front of me and standing beside Zeus