Thumbelina Wings Novels & Stories

They dive towards Rina in the aggressive shape of a kamikaze fighter plane. Septimus himself rises to meet this second wave. His real trench-coated form emerges, spattered with Chester’s blood, out of the barista whose face is swollen beyond recognition. The weary Grim Reaper trudges to stand in front of Rina as though he’s about to greet the Ravens. Then, in a trick that makes my heart swell with pride, what appears to be human feet grows from under Septimus’s parting coat skirt. At first the calves are stuck to each other like very cheesy pizza but they cleave in the middle and the contours of human legs clad in black tripp pants become visible. This single addition at once settles Septimu

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

When she was only seven, thin papery wings had unfurled for the first time from her back. Transparent with silvery mesh of pulse lines, forking along the delicate bone that arched at the top, she had spread them slowly under her nanny's guidance, and as she spread them, the pulse lines had flickered like lightening. Her nanny had squealed in pure delight. But that was the last time it had happened. Raul had slashed the bone of her left wing with his sword, permanently damaging it. The pain had left her unconscious. When she woke up, her nanny was gone... forever.

he scoffed. “You shouldn’t look down on me, brother,” Madaline smiled, pulling out her wings. She did so unflinchingly even though her back bled. In her hands, the wings became two broadswords with sharpened edge that glinted even without sunlight. No, they were like light sources of their own.

Bella Risa pretended to understand and nodded. They put her on a plane, Bella Risa looked at the scenery of the island fading away in her heart with many thoughts. Risa knows that her family has protected her body, but time has passed so long that she can come back to life without them by her side, what should she do? But anyway, she still can't give in to their wishes, she will try to adjust to life here. When the plane landed on an empty lot, they put her in a car, while walking on the street looking at buildings with massive architecture. Risa the people walking on the street have very strange shapes, some have blue skin, and some have wings on their backs.

Located at the joint was a sharp, hooked talon that looked like it could disembowel her with a single, careless swipe. These weren’t the pretty, useless appendages she’d been imagining. They were fully functional. More, they were as much a part of him as his arms or legs. She could see it in the way he moved them, as though doing so was as natural as waving a hand. Curiosity burned bright inside her. Had he felt bereft with them cursed and hidden away? Were they as soft as they looked? Could he fly and carry her at the same time? Vergel’s gaze was intense, and the smallest smile was flirting with the corners of his lips. He took a step closer, wings now tucked neatly at his back. Feathers ru

Yikes "You have wings too?" I ask Aylin and she nods before huge black wings appear behind her. Hers are membranous and resemble bat wings. Her wings seem to absorb what small light there is, and nothing shines off of them, like the blackness of them overpowers any kind of light. She flaps her wings once, before she jumps and lets them carry her upwards. She makes it look effortless.

The color of Leila’s face returned to a healthy tone. “How do we get to Slathar? I know dragon wings alone cannot reach it,” Thorn asked Ula. “This.” Ula took out the thumbnail-sized box and opened it. A tiny black shell was inside. She kissed the shell and tossed it upwards into the air. Then, it grew one hundred time larger and fell to the surface of the water. The large shell vibrated quickly.

Sylvain then fished out a small, leather-bound book from the pocket of the black sweats he wore and held it out to me, "Zora said she would work on translating it." I rose a brow and gingerly—so the book wouldn't get ruined—took the book from him. The brown leather was engraved with a pair of massive golden wings which had a smile splitting at my lips. I had never seen a fae with golden wings before, but we all knew, once one was born they would rule. The white-winged would no longer hold the throne, or in our case, my bloodline wouldn't hold the Throne captive.

A tingling spread through her as her energy concentrated, and she pushed herself, attempting to muster the strength to reveal her wings. A bead of sweat traced her forehead as fatigue pressed down. Despite her waning energy, Arabella refused to betray vulnerability. At last, she felt them – the mystical flaps emerging from her back. Gritting her teeth, Arabella pushed herself further, focusing all her concentration on the emergence of her wings. As the wings sprouted from her back, Sandro stood nearby, completely enraptured by the sight.