These Wings Could Fly Novels & Stories

Do it, I whispered. With pleasure, Vane said. I turned and ran. I crashed through the glass. The wind shattered the silence. The world turned upside down. I fell toward the churning black waves of the North Sea. Now, Julian commanded. Evolve. I didn't understand. But my body did. The skin on my back split. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. Something wet and membranous unfolded from my shoulder blades. Wings. Not feather wings. Wings of skin and bone, like a bat or a dragon.

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

I pushed him a few inches away from me, “…marriage.” “But I can’t leave you alone. You don’t even have wings to get out of the suite to eat.” “Jake will escort me and look after me,” I replied with a wicked smile. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my shining eyes. His forearms, sinking into the mattress beside my head, supported him; then he buried his hands in my hair. I felt my strands twist around his long fingers, which kept my head from moving. He spread his wings, drawing them into the center of my attention. Nathan’s black wings made him feel so stronger and larger that, lying beneath him, I felt increasingly fragile. Their feathers absorbed the sunset’s rays and gle

Chen slowly controlled the wings. He knew how to walk on legs but to fly, he would need practice. A lot of practice. Feeling the lack of control, Chen slowly kept himself a few inches above the ground but his vertical distance would increase or decrease sharply with each flap of his wings. Spirit Energy was drained from his body slowly and when he tried to activate his first spirit skill— Silver Burst, aside from the majestic light covering his talons, four of his wings were covered, too. The moment his wings flapped, he flew up at an extremely quick pace, his back smashing against the ceiling of the cave but the original defense of the wings was heightened. After all, the silver light from

He said proudly. "Good for you, thank you very much."She finally catches her breath up. "Are you feeling better now? Hurry up; we need to find the guidance." Baby was flying with a pair of transparent wings. "Wow, you have wings, it’s amazing." She tidied up her backpack on her shoulder. "Of course I have wings; first thing first, you can practice your power now, let’s see it. It will help us to find the guidance." Baby was comfortably stirring its wings and standing on a tree.

It was the same way that they could not hurt me either. I was nervous and excited to try this out. I had actually been thinking about ways that I might be able to craft wings for Dante, but it would take some time to come up with a feasible alternative. I was bound and determined to make it happen if it was possible though. My wings gently lifted us into the air. His arms tightened around me, but his eyes remained closed. Anticipation, eagerness, and lust flowed from him to me and back again. He was able to guess now.

The sleek black fur of his wolf coat shimmered in the moonlight. From the shoulders of his majestic black wolf, ethereal wings began to sprout, emerging swiftly like a secret whispered by the night itself. The wings extended with a captivating poise, their span expanding to match the grandeur of Wade’s form, the black feathers glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Astrid stood there, her eyes widening in sheer amazement, her jaw dropping involuntarily as she beheld the extraordinary metamorphosis taking place before her. Wow, she never knew he could fly!

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

A flap—and he was airborne. What the—?! If Channing had only been running, Ray would have pursued. Footprints in the snow would have betrayed every stride. Step farther, print deeper—the trail would be easy to track. But he flew. How? His wings—composed entirely of insects. Channing's body could no longer be called a solid entity. Every part of him was made of countless bugs, capable of forming shapes at will. Wings? No problem. Even a toilet shape? That would work too. Ray skidded to a halt, stunned.