The Wings Upon Her Back Novels & Stories

Without checking who was there, she continued changing. A second later, she felt a rush of air behind her. Large hands slid around her waist from both sides and clasped together over her abdomen. Before Talia could react, she was pulled tightly into a scorching chest. Her back was pressed firmly against a body. The heat radiating from it felt as though it could melt her completely. She struggled for a moment, but the person behind her rested their chin on her shoulder and rasped, "Don't move. Let me hold you for a while."

Flashes of her almost miscarriage sent a visible shiver down her spine before she quickly snapped out of that horrific memory and tugged at the sheet and pulled it off before heading towards the bathroom to drop in her laundry basket. While she was still in the bathroom, she picked up a few needed items from her toiletries stand and a few others from her drawers and placed into her black leather backpack she intended to carry along with her. She was still high on a stool_ dusting and arranging some of her cutlery into her top kitchen shelf when she heard someone clear their throat loudly behind her and causing her to almost drop her ceramic wares as she turned around abruptly only to find he

a female voice yelled. A large woman with wings dropped down in front of me, shattering the ground beneath her. She had deep black eyes and long ears. Her wings were spread out on her back and a wide grin was on her lips. She let out a hysterical laughter and unsheathed her blade from her side.

“Ah, you want your mouth to be useful? Fine.” She gathers a fistful of my hair and guides my head lower, her thighs closing around me until I'm only inches away from the source of her sweetness. One brow arches with quiet arrogance as she parts her legs just enough for the black lace beneath her dress to come into view. Damn.

All the time her eyes were wide as saucers. His back was facing her now and unintentionally her eyes landed on his back. A gasp left her mouth when she saw large tattooed wings on his back. It was so beautiful that she forgot to blink for a second. But it was not just the wings there were scars covering his back as well. He turned around and she immediately removed her gaze. Astagfirullah! "Leave!" He yelled and just like that she immediately ran out of the restroom. She picked her hijab from the bed and tried to unlock the door but sadly it was locked.

She bit into her finger, wincing as she let a few drops of blood drip onto the rock to seal the memorial. Zayla watched from a few feet away, her arms crossed over her chest, feeling the eerie silence of the forest pressing in on them. Sylvara dusted off her hands and turned back to Zayla. "Alright, that’s done. Let’s head back." She had barely finished the sentence when the air suddenly shifted. A figure dropped from the sky, landing with a heavy thud right in front of them. The massive, dark wings sprouting from the woman's back slowly retreated, folding into her skin until they vanished completely.

When His Wings Unfold Over Her Azel kissed her collarbone with a tenderness that felt almost unreal like centuries of longing were finally allowed to breathe. Each kiss was slow. Precise. Meant. Mara’s breath hitched again, and his wings flickered not fading this time, but spreading. Light shimmered through the room, soft gold and white, feathers like dusted glass. His wings unfurled fully behind him, arching over her in a protective curve that closed the world out. As if he were sheltering her from heaven and himself. She stared up at them, breathless. “I didn’t know they could look like that.”

What thoughts are going through your pretty little mind? Lifting her head, she cracked her neck and unfurled her wings from the skin between her shoulder blades. The thin blue fabric of her dress moved as they reached out from beneath it. Her shoulder blade jutted with a slight scraping sound. The brown flesh-covered wing emerged. Unfolding like an accordion. Flexing her shoulder blades caused the ten-foot span to straighten, whispering over the furniture before relaxing. Utterly silent he took a step back and ducked to evade one flexing wing.

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

She yelled in fear and jumped off the bed in fright from the huge colourful wings that had grown on her back, however her legs betrayed her and she wobbled and fell to the floor in pains. The pain between her legs was driving her crazy but what was even crazier was the large wings behind her. She yelled out in fear. "Gagé!" She called and the large door opened at once as Gagé ran in and kneeled besides her on the floor. "What happened? Are you hurt?" He asked and she showed him her wings. "I woke up with morning and saw I've grown wings, would I always walk around with them like this?" She asked in panick.