These Wings Could Fly Novels & Stories

"And I'm part vampire and part faye." He uncurled his wings. One was a large, navy blue coloured wing, almost seven feet long and the other one seemed a little...stunted, it was barely two feet. Something had gone wrong. "I asked Avalyn to turn me. Didn't know I'd get some faye in me as well." He said. "Can you fly?" I asked. "No." He said but shrugged. "I think it's cool anyways. The feathers are sharp enough to slit a throat." I knew it. Ava's wings had cut me once unknowingly. If used as a weapon, those wings could do much more.

“Gather Alaska and follow. I won’t be able to fully make it there.” “I will follow you wherever needed.” Andrew spoke as he raced back to the bush and grabbed the little fluff ball. She barked happily to see her mommy who smiled at her. Andrew opened up his beautiful Midnight wings with a large smile. He missed them so much. Took him a second more to get in the air as he had to get used to them once more but it didn't take too long before he was able to keep up with the fast pace Anya had set.

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.

The way they moved—effortless and controlled—was almost hypnotizing. I opened my mouth, then closed it again, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Do you seriously expect me to process this in just a few seconds? You have wings—actual, fully functional wings—and I had no idea all this time?!” My voice rose in disbelief, my hands gesturing wildly as if that would somehow help me make sense of the situation.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared. The next section described control. Most angels learned to extend and retract their wings during childhood. The process relied heavily on emotional and magical control. That sounded familiar. I flipped to another page. Flight. Apparently flying wasn’t just about having wings. It required balance, coordination, and magical support. Many young angels practiced for years before mastering it. That was… slightly intimidating. Still, it was possible. Which meant mine might work eventually too. The next section made me pause. Clothing. I leaned closer to read.

I froze. They were worse than anyone could imagine. Not just wolves with wings. They looked like wolves that had been stitched wrong, leaner bodies, longer limbs, claws hooked like talons. Their wings weren’t feathered. They were thin, membranous, stretched from bone like bat wings, beating with a force that sounded like sails snapping in storm wind. Their mouths opened and their teeth looked like glass shards. They screamed again and dove.

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.

He was curious to know the kind of wings she had. “Yes, do you want to see it?” she smiled. Her scarlet eyes radiated under the moonlight, adding enigma to her lethal beauty. “It will be an honor.” Rieska closed her eyes, and a moment later, her wings took shape. It was black similar to a bat. There were gold and crimson swirls on its membrane. “How is it?” She widely opened her wings, levitated near him that he could perfectly see the small details in it. It was fascinating.

“It’s different. I can’t actually fly; I don’t have wings. Jumping from high up and landing safely doesn’t count as flying, right?” “Oh,” she murmured, realization dawning on her. “Yeah.” “Whatever,” she muttered, whipping her gaze forward and walking away again. “Are you disappointed? Do you like a guy with wings?” I matched her stride, leaning into her line of sight. “What if I do?” She stopped for a moment and said with a raised eyebrow, playful yet skeptical at the same time. “I guess I should get some wings, then.” “Ridiculous.” “But wings would look good on me, don’t you think, Mrs. Flynn?”